The stone wall breathes beneath your touch,
A pulse that trembles, soft as such.
The dusk leans close, the winds are mild,
To honor beauty’s quiet child.

The roses hush, the breezes stay,
Their whispers fade the world away.
The heavens hum, the silence falls,
When beauty leans upon the walls.

The stones once cracked now shine anew,
Their grace restored because of you.
The night turns calm, the shadows sleep,
Your presence makes the silence deep.