The roses hush, their fragrance dies,
Yet sweeter blooms within your eyes.
The garden bends, the shadows part,
To cradle softly all you start.

The stones grow kind, the cracks turn gold,
Where beauty breathes, no night is cold.
Each sigh of wind, each star above,
Is drawn to you in quiet love.

The roses hush, their colors fade,
They yield before the glow you made.
The sky turns soft, the air grows still,
And bows beneath your gentle will.

Where walls recall the weight of years,
Your light dissolves their hidden tears.
Each shadow breaks, each silence bends,
To follow where your presence ends.