The stone once cold is warm tonight,
It glimmers soft in silver light.
Its silence breaks, its weight is gone,
Awakened by your tender dawn.

The ivy twines, the dusk leans low,
It hums a song the stars all know.
The world grows mild, the shadows fall,
When beauty rests against the wall.

The roses hush, the breezes sigh,
They weave your name into the sky.
The heavens bend, the night grows near,
But only you they wish to hear.