Where gentle dusk and silence meet,
Your beauty makes the night complete.
The stars arrive yet dare not shine,
For fear they dim your light divine.

By stone and vine the evening sways,
A quiet hymn the twilight plays.
Your eyes, two rivers calm and clear,
Invite the heavens to draw near.

The roses hush, the garden stills,
Their fragrance drifts across the hills.
Yet all their grace could not compare,
To fleeting light within your stare.