By the stone wall, calm and still,
The evening bends to your soft will.
Your eyes, like autumn’s gentle streams,
Carry the hush of hidden dreams.

The roses tremble where you stay,
Their petals lean to brush your way.
One fleeting smile, the night takes flight,
And scatters stars across the night.

You linger where the shadows part,
A quiet glow surrounds your heart.
Your gaze, a flame the dusk obeys,
To crown the world in softer ways.

By rustic gate, the silence weaves,
Its silver thread through autumn leaves.
One glance, the weary stars confess,
Their secret awe of tenderness.