Where ivy climbs, your figure glows,
The secret every sunset knows.
One fleeting smile, the stars awake,
And follow where your footsteps take.

Beside the stones the silence grows,
It bends its knees where beauty goes.
Your eyes, two lanterns calm and wide,
Turn shadows back into the tide.

The roses lean toward your grace,
The dusk is softer near your face.
One breath, the fading sun recalls,
The warmth that lingers through night’s halls.

By rustic wall, your beauty stays,
A golden fire the twilight plays.
Your smile, a thread of silver song,
That weaves the night the whole night long.