A fleeting glow, the night recalls,
The softness bound within these walls.
Your smile, a lantern warm and near,
Turns every shadow bright and clear.

Where ivy clings and roses climb,
Your beauty lingers out of time.
The dusk itself forgets to fade,
And crowns your grace in silver shade.

By garden stones the echoes ring,
Of twilight’s hush and whispers’ wing.
Yet none can match the spell you weave,
A grace the night cannot deceive.