In the morning’s gentle crimson glow,
Where the sun kisses the horizon,
Red whispers secrets of the heart,
In hues that dance upon the sky.

Beneath the tapestry of scarlet dreams,
Every leaf and petal sings,
Of love and longing intertwined,
In the warm embrace of the rising sun.

The roses bloom with fervent grace,
Their petals soft, a crimson sea,
A silent promise held in red,
Of passion’s fire, unyielding and free.

As twilight falls with ruby hues,
Stars awaken in the velvet night,
Red paints the dreams of whispered sighs,
And with the dawn, takes gentle flight.