The roses hush, the breezes slow,
They linger where your footsteps go.
The night itself forgets to move,
Entranced by all the ways you prove.

The ivy sways, the dusk grows warm,
It yields before your shining form.
The stars retreat, the heavens fall,
To crown your glow above them all.

The roses hush, the winds grow shy,
They carry whispers through the sky.
The moon delays, the silence bends,
To guard your flame that never ends.