By the garden arch you softly stand,
Silken grace like waves on sand.
A single smile, the twilight sings,
And stirs the air with secret wings.

Beneath the ivy’s tender shade,
Your quiet glow will never fade.
Eyes like dawn, both warm and wide,
A gentle calm the stars can’t hide.

By rustic stone, your figure leans,
The evening glows in golden sheens.
Eyes like rivers, calm and true,
The dusk feels brighter next to you.