The ivy whispers where you stay,
Its green hands hold the close of day.
Your eyes reflect the fading skies,
And silence blooms where beauty lies.

By ancient stone your shadow glows,
The night begins, the twilight slows.
One fleeting look, the heart takes flight,
And carries dreams into the night.

Among the roses, soft and tall,
Your presence gentles even fall.
Eyes like lanterns, warm and wide,
They turn the dusk to morning tide.

You linger where the air is sweet,
The world lies quiet at your feet.
One glance, and time forgets its way,
The stars arrive before the day.