The roses hush, the night bows low,
It yields before your tender glow.
The heavens pause, the world takes flight,
And all is changed beneath your light.

The stones recall a gentle flame,
They etch your beauty in their name.
Though voiceless, still, their silence speaks,
The grace your fleeting presence seeks.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They whisper songs on every side.
The stars align, the heavens stay,
To crown your glow in soft array.