Beside the arch of climbing green,
Your presence warms the twilight scene.
Eyes like rivers, vast and deep,
They guard the dreams the night will keep.

The garden stills when you appear,
Its petals tremble, soft and clear.
One smile, and shadows lose their place,
As light takes shelter in your face.

By the stone wall, soft and true,
The evening hush belongs to you.
Your gaze, a flame both calm and wide,
Burns gentle through the turning tide.