Where ivy drapes the weathered stone,
Your quiet grace stands all alone.
One fleeting look, the night takes flight,
And folds its wings in silver light.

You linger where the garden sleeps,
The dusk grows still, the silence keeps.
Your gaze, a lantern soft and wide,
Leads every dream the stars can hide.

By rustic wall your shadow stays,
The twilight bends in tender haze.
Your eyes, two sparks of hidden flame,
Set trembling hearts that breathe your name.

The roses lean to touch your hair,
Their fragrance lingers in the air.
One smile, the silence breaks apart,
And pours its music through the heart.