By weathered stone your shadow lies,
The sunset glimmers in your eyes.
A fleeting smile, the world turns still,
Obeying beauty’s quiet will.

The ivy bends where you remain,
Its green hands guard the twilight plain.
Your gaze, a fire both soft and deep,
Awakens hearts that dare not sleep.

You linger where the roses grow,
Their crimson blush begins to glow.
One gentle breath, the night turns sweet,
And folds the stars beneath your feet.

By rustic wall the breezes play,
Yet hush when you drift near their way.
Your eyes, two rivers calm and wide,
Reflect the dreams the dusk can’t hide.

The garden stills at your command,
Its silence woven, soft, by hand.
One glance, a secret lights the air,
And whispers love is always there.