You linger where the garden sighs,
A quiet flame behind your eyes.
The silence bends to what you bring,
And night itself forgets to sing.

By broken wall your shadow glows,
The hush of twilight gently flows.
One fleeting look, the stars ignite,
And pour their fire into the night.

The evening bends to meet your gaze,
It folds the world in softer ways.
Your beauty stills the restless air,
And leaves a warmth that lingers there.

Where roses climb, the dusk is sweet,
It gathers softly at your feet.
One look, the hours lose their pace,
And silence crowns your gentle face.