By rustic wall, in golden hue,
The evening sky leans close to you.
Your gaze, a mirror deep and kind,
Reveals the songs the night will find.

The sunset drapes your hair in fire,
A fleeting crown the hours admire.
One smile, the silence folds in two,
And shadows bow their heads to you.

Where ivy climbs, your beauty stays,
A gentle hymn the twilight plays.
Your eyes, two echoes calm and deep,
Sing lullabies the night will keep.