Beside the old gate, time grows still,
Your presence bends the evening’s will.
One glance, a hush, the night takes flight,
And turns the dark to silver light.

You linger where the roses climb,
A fleeting dream outside of time.
The hush of dusk, the tender breeze,
All bow to beauty’s quiet ease.

You stand where ivy shadows fall,
Soft whispers drift along the wall.
A single glance, a fleeting flame,
The world turns still when I call your name.