The roses hush, the stars take flight,
They scatter songs across the night.
Yet all their glow can’t quite outshine,
The gentleness your eyes define.

The wall grows kind, the air turns still,
It softens under beauty’s will.
Each moment shines, each shadow breaks,
With every step your presence makes.

The roses hush, their blooms confess,
They’ve never known such tenderness.
The garden bends, the breezes stay,
To hold the light you give away.

The ivy climbs, the wall turns fair,
It glows because your light is there.
The night grows soft, the silence sweet,
And lays its hush beneath your feet.