The ivy hums beneath the rain,
It whispers soft your name again.
The moon retreats, the stars all fall,
To trace your grace along the wall.

The ivy climbs where shadows fade,
It wraps the dreams your heart has made.
The dusk grows calm, the night turns slow,
To keep your warmth where soft winds go.

The roses hush, the stars grow near,
Their shimmer hums for you to hear.
The world leans close, the sky turns mild,
To cradle beauty’s darling child.