The ivy sways, the night leans near,
It holds its breath when you appear.
No star can claim a brighter flame,
For all of heaven calls your name.

The roses hush, their fragrance still,
They bow before your tender will.
The air itself forgets to move,
Enchanted by the light you prove.

Where crumbled stone recalls the past,
Your beauty builds a glow to last.
The years grow soft, the hours bend,
To honor what they can’t transcend.