Beneath the sky of twilight, a scarlet hue,
The setting sun bids the day adieu,
Painting the heavens with a fiery brush,
In a symphony of red, a gentle hush.

The crimson canopy, leaves in the breeze sway,
Each one a whisper of the ending day,
With every gust, a story is told,
In the language of red, so vivid and bold.

The roses in bloom, with petals of fire,
Ignite the soul with unspoken desire,
Their beauty a testament to love’s fierce glow,
A passion that only the heart can know.

As night descends, the red fades to night,
But in dreams, it remains, a beacon of light,
A reminder that in every shade of red,
Lies the warmth of love, where hearts are led.