The twilight stays, the dusk won’t fall,
Your presence changes night’s recall.
A single glance, a fleeting sigh,
And even time forgets to fly.

The roses hush, their colors pale,
Beside a grace they can’t unveil.
Your smile rewrites the evening’s song,
And teaches shadows to belong.

The ivy clings, the stone grows kind,
It softens where your eyes remind.
Each whisper blooms, each silence sings,
Of beauty born on gentle wings.