Where twilight folds the sky in blue,
Its hush grows deep in search of you.
One fleeting smile, the heavens know,
A brighter light than stars can show.

The ivy leans to catch your grace,
It climbs in worship, seeks your face.
Yet none can reach the glow you bear,
A flame no shadow dares compare.

By weathered stone your beauty stays,
A timeless spark in fleeting days.
The night itself forgets its flight,
And clings instead to borrowed light.

The roses hush, their fragrance spills,
Across the stones, beyond the hills.
Yet all their bloom cannot outshine,
The fleeting grace you make divine.