The roses hush, the air stands warm,
Your calm defies the coming storm.
The moonlight weaves its silver thread,
Around the path your footsteps led.

The stone wall hums beneath your grace,
Each line now softened by your face.
The stars align, the silence mild,
To worship beauty’s quiet child.

The ivy hums, the dusk turns near,
It whispers songs you long to hear.
The moonlight trembles, the stars all fall,
To trace your glow upon the wall.