The roses climb, the ivy weaves,
The dusk takes shelter in your sleeves.
Your eyes, two stars the night will keep,
Awake the sky from endless sleep.

Among the blooms your laughter stays,
A quiet song the twilight plays.
One glance, and all the night is new,
Unfolding soft in shades of you.

By garden wall your shadow streams,
A fleeting echo made of dreams.
Your presence bends the hour still,
And silence moves at your soft will.

The evening rests upon your hair,
Its golden crown lies shining there.
Your gaze ignites the cooling air,
And binds the night in tender care.