The roses hush, the night leans near,
It longs to keep your presence here.
Each star delays, each whisper stays,
To honor you in endless praise.

The ivy bends, the wall turns kind,
It echoes warmth your eyes remind.
The dusk is hushed, the hours fall,
And beauty softly rules it all.

The roses hush, their petals close,
As if to guard the light they chose.
The moonlight folds, the stars align,
To keep your radiance divine.

Where silence reigns, your voice appears,
It clears the dark, it calms the fears.
The night itself forgets to hide,
When beauty stands at evening’s side.