At the garden wall you softly stay,
The twilight turns its face your way.
Eyes like lanterns, calm and bright,
They hold the hush of coming night.

Where roses climb, you lean in grace,
The sunset warms your tender face.
One glance, and time forgets to move,
The air is filled with silent love.

By weathered stone, the breezes sing,
Your presence crowns the dusk as king.
Eyes like autumn, soft and wide,
The world feels gentle by your side.