In the gentle curve of evening light,
Lips brush softly, a silent vow,
Whispers of dreams in tender flight,
Underneath the moon’s subtle glow.
A dance of crimson, rich and warm,
Words unspoken, yet understood,
Petals of promise in perfect form,
Embracing the night’s gentle mood.
In the quiet hush of starlit air,
Lips meet in a delicate embrace,
Beneath the watchful twilight’s care,
Lost in the beauty of time and space.
As dawn approaches, soft and true,
The memory of that tender kiss,
Lingers on, like morning dew,
A whispered secret, an eternal bliss.