The roses hush, their colors stay,
Afraid to fade when you pass by.
Yet still they bow in sweet defeat,
To grace no bloom could hope to meet.

You linger where the night holds still,
Its silence bends to match your will.
The air forgets, the stars delay,
To guard your light and keep it safe.

Where ancient stones recall the past,
Your beauty shines, a glow to last.
The dusk grows soft, the shadows rest,
Enchanted by your quiet breath.

The ivy trembles at your side,
It dares not climb, it dares not hide.
Its roots submit, its branches fall,
To trace your light along the wall.