Crimson Dusk

In the glow of crimson dusk,
Where shadows softly blend,
We find a realm of whispers,
Where hearts and dreams ascend.

Your touch, a fleeting ember,
A spark that lights the night,
In the tapestry of twilight,
Our souls begin their flight.

Beneath the waltz of evening stars,
And moon’s soft, tender kiss,
We weave our secret symphony,
In moments pure as this.