Where shadows kiss the garden’s stone,
Your beauty blooms, yet stands alone.
The night bends low, the silence stays,
To guard the light your presence sways.

A fleeting hush, the roses part,
Their fragrance spills to match your heart.
One gentle breath, the dusk grows new,
And weaves its songs in praise of you.

By ancient stone your figure lies,
A living poem beneath the skies.
Each glance, a verse the stars repeat,
A rhythm soft, a hush complete.