You stand where night forgets to weep,
Its silence folds, its calm runs deep.
One gentle glance remakes the skies,
And stills the world within your eyes.

The ivy trembles at your side,
It dares not climb, it dares not hide.
Your beauty makes its branches still,
And bends its path to match your will.

The stones, though cold, grow warm tonight,
Reflecting back your tender light.
Their silence cracks, their shadows break,
For beauty such as yours’ own sake.

Where roses fade and petals fall,
Your presence lifts and crowns them all.
The garden blooms anew, reborn,
As if it waits for you each morn.