You stand where golden shadows fall,
A fleeting queen against the wall.
The evening bends to meet your face,
And crowns the dusk with sudden grace.

Among the blooms your presence stays,
A gentle hymn the twilight plays.
Your eyes, two sparks of quiet flame,
Set trembling hearts that breathe your name.

By ivy’s climb your beauty rests,
The day grows shy, the night is blessed.
One fleeting smile, the darkness flees,
And bows its head before the breeze.

The roses lean to where you stand,
They scatter fragrance through the land.
Your gaze, a tide both vast and true,
Turns dusk to dawn in shades of you.

Where stone and silence intertwine,
Your presence makes the hour divine.
One look, and time forgets to flee,
Entranced by gentle mystery.