Where ivy shades the ancient stone,
Your beauty stands, yet not alone.
The night itself bends down to see,
The quiet fire you set it free.

The roses hush, their colors fade,
Before the glow your smile has made.
The garden holds its breath in awe,
And learns the peace that none else saw.

By silver moon the shadows play,
But bow to you and slip away.
Your gaze commands the restless skies,
And leaves its truth in starlit eyes.

You linger where the silence grows,
A secret every twilight knows.
The stones recall, the vines believe,
The wonder only you can weave.