The roses hush, the breeze grows warm,
The world reshapes around your form.
No night is dark, no hour is late,
When touched by grace you radiate.

Where shadows drift, your light remains,
It weaves through silence, breaks the chains.
The stars give way, the moon stands still,
Obeying beauty’s tender will.

The roses hush, their fragrance fades,
Yet sweeter still the glow you’ve made.
The garden bends, the ivy sighs,
As dawn is born within your eyes.