The ivy leans, the twilight stays,
It frames your form in gentle haze.
The wall turns soft, the silence mild,
To guard the glow of beauty’s child.

The roses hush, the stars lean near,
They long to keep your spirit here.
The moonlight bends, the night turns kind,
Enchanted by your radiant mind.

The stones once worn by time’s embrace,
Now shimmer softly at your grace.
Their silence hums, their shadows flee,
Awakened by your memory.