The roses hush, their petals fall,
They scatter light to crown it all.
And every bloom that fades away,
Renews itself within your sway.

The ivy bows, the stones stand near,
They hold the hush when you appear.
The dusk forgets to darken skies,
Enchanted wholly by your eyes.

The roses hush, the night holds still,
It bends beneath your gentle will.
Each star aligns, each shadow stays,
To guard the flame your soul conveys.