By rustic stone your beauty grows,
A quiet fire the twilight knows.
Your eyes, like autumn’s hidden streams,
Awaken hearts to silent dreams.

Where shadow meets the gentle flame,
The night remembers not its name.
One fleeting look, the world holds still,
Bound softly by your tender will.

You linger where the silence keeps,
The evening sighs, the daylight sleeps.
Your smile ignites the cooling air,
And scatters gold from everywhere.

Beside the wall of weathered gray,
Your beauty steals the dusk away.
Eyes like lanterns, warm and near,
Turn fleeting hours into clear.