The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They carry whispers far and wide.
Yet every sound dissolves to true,
The hush that blooms because of you.

The ivy climbs, the dusk delays,
It holds its breath in silent praise.
The night is soft, the world is small,
Beneath your glow that warms it all.

The roses hush, the heavens wait,
They pause before your radiant state.
Each star falls still, each silence bends,
To guard the flame that never ends.