The roses climb where you belong,
Their fragrance drifts into a song.
One glance, and shadows disappear,
As love itself is drawn more near.

By ivy’s hand the stone is dressed,
And near its heart your form finds rest.
Your gaze dissolves the darkened skies,
And plants new dawns in weary eyes.

You stay where silence dares to bloom,
And chase away the evening’s gloom.
Your smile, a spark the dusk obeys,
To crown the night with gentle rays.

At twilight’s edge, your shadow lies,
A fleeting hymn the dusk replies.
Your eyes, like rivers deep and slow,
Carry the dreams the stars will know.