Against the wall where ivy grows,
Your beauty blooms, the evening knows.
One fleeting smile, a quiet flame,
That none can see yet all can name.

You linger where the shadows meet,
The earth lies silent at your feet.
Eyes like rivers, deep and slow,
The night learns secrets it can’t show.

By rustic stone your figure shines,
A gentle hymn in twilight lines.
The breeze grows still, the stars awake,
And follow where your footsteps take.

Amid the flowers bending low,
Your presence makes the garden glow.
A single look, a fleeting sigh,
And dreams take root beneath the sky.