The ivy clings, the stones take breath,
They rise above the weight of death.
For beauty such as yours redeems,
And turns the dark to golden dreams.

The roses hush, their blooms are small,
Beside the grace that crowns it all.
Each petal falls, yet none complain,
For beauty such as yours remains.

Where crumbled walls recall the years,
Your glow dissolves their hidden fears.
The night itself forgets to grieve,
For beauty teaches how to leave.