Where shadows lie, your flame appears,
It soothes the dark, it calms the years.
The silence hums, the sky leans low,
To bathe within your tender glow.

The roses hush, the moonlight stays,
It wraps you in its silver rays.
Yet even stars grow pale and small,
Beside the grace that crowns the wall.

The ivy sways, the stones confess,
They’ve never known such gentleness.
The night forgets its weight of years,
And softens into song that hears.