In the twilight, where the sun sets low,
A crimson sky begins to glow,
With hues of red that burn so bright,
Painting the world in fiery light.

The roses bloom, their petals spread,
A testament to love, in shades of red,
Their fragrance fills the evening air,
A silent promise, tender and fair.

The embers of a dying day,
Flicker and dance in a scarlet display,
As shadows grow and night descends,
Red whispers of dreams that never end.

In the heart’s deep, uncharted sea,
Passion flows wild and free,
For in the color of life’s own thread,
Lies the essence of red.