The sweetness of a sunset
The sweetness of a sunset drifts so near,
A golden hour, soft and clear,
When day exhales and night takes hold,
The sky unfolds in hues of gold.
The air grows sweet with cooling grace,
As daylight’s warmth begins to trace
Its final arc across the sky,
A quiet kiss, a soft goodbye.
The clouds, they blush with rose and peach,
Their colors warm, just out of reach,
Like whispered secrets on the breeze,
A tender moment, meant to please.
The world slows down, and hearts align,
In that brief glow, the stars entwine,
As shadows stretch and daylight fades,
The sweetness lingers in the shades.
No rush, no need for time to flee,
Just this soft hour, you and me,
Bathed in the light of fading sun,
Where all feels right, and day is done.
The sweetness of a sunset stays,
A memory wrapped in twilight's haze.
It speaks in silence, calm and deep,
A promise made, a love to keep.
So let the evening paint its glow,
And let the sweetest moments flow.