The roses hush, their voices cease,
As if your gaze commands them peace.
Your beauty folds the night in two,
And leaves the earth remade by you.

Where ivy clings, your shadow streams,
A hidden truth, a thread of dreams.
Each step you take, the darkness parts,
To bow before your secret heart.

The stones recall a thousand years,
Of whispered vows and fallen tears.
Yet none as bright as you tonight,
Who bends their silence into light.