The twilight leans, its colors fade,
Yet brighter hues your smile has made.
The stones remember, ivy knows,
The light that only your heart shows.

Where silence drapes the garden’s air,
Your beauty lingers everywhere.
The roses bow, the night grows mild,
To honor earth’s most gentle child.

The moon delays her silver flight,
She envies you, the truer light.
Her glow dissolves, her shine grows weak,
Beside the fire your eyes still speak.

By ivy walls your figure glows,
A living poem the evening knows.
Each breath you take remakes the skies,
And writes new stars within our eyes.

The roses hush, their colors stay,
Afraid to fade when you pass by.
Yet still they bow in sweet defeat,
To grace no bloom could hope to meet.