The stones once worn by time’s embrace,
Now shine with your eternal grace.
Their silence hums, their weight is gone,
Awakened by your gentle song.

The ivy leans, the twilight stays,
It wraps you in its silver haze.
The world grows mild, the shadows fall,
And beauty reigns above it all.

The roses hush, the stars lean near,
They whisper just to keep you here.
The night itself forgets its role,
When standing by your radiant soul.