The ivy climbs to touch your grace,
And folds its green around your face.
Your beauty bends the hour slow,
And teaches time where not to go.

Where roses blush, the air is sweet,
It gathers gently at your feet.
Your smile dissolves the fading gloom,
And turns the dusk to golden bloom.

The twilight bends to meet your eyes,
And pours its fire through the skies.
One look, and silence dares to stay,
While shadows drift in soft array.

You rest where ancient stones are worn,
The dusk reborn, the night unborn.
Your gaze unlocks the fading air,
And scatters beauty everywhere.