In the heart of twilight’s glow,
Red whispers secrets, soft and low.
Passionate hues that lovers know,
A fervent flame, a gentle flow.

Beneath the crimson sunset skies,
Dreams are painted before our eyes.
Roses bloom in silent sighs,
The color red, where love resides.

Through autumn leaves and embered fire,
Red calls forth our deepest desire.
In every heart, it does inspire,
A dance of warmth, a glowing pyre.

In every dawn and dusk ahead,
The world is kissed in shades of red.
From life’s first breath to final bed,
The color red, our stories thread.