Amid the roses climbing high,
Your presence warms the fading sky.
One gentle smile, the silence breaks,
A tender echo the heart remakes.

By the arch where moonlight starts,
Your beauty bends the night to art.
Eyes that glimmer, stars obey,
And shadows fade to silver day.

You linger by the broken gate,
The hour bends, the dusk won’t wait.
One fleeting glance, a secret keeps,
And stirs the dream the evening sleeps.

By the wall of timeless stone,
Your grace makes silence not alone.
Hair like rivers, soft and free,
A fleeting hush belongs to thee.