In the early dawn, the sky blushes red,
A canvas painted with dreams unsaid.
The crimson whispers of a heart on fire,
Speak of love and a burning desire.

Roses bloom in gardens wide,
Their petals soft, a lover’s guide.
Each red hue tells a story so deep,
Of passions held and secrets to keep.

The setting sun dips into the sea,
Casting a glow on all that we see.
Red horizons, a promise of night,
Bringing warmth with the fading light.

In twilight’s embrace, the red moon glows,
A beacon of hope as the cool wind blows.
Scarlet dreams in the quiet night,
Whispering tales till the morning light.