As sunset’s fiery edge sinks slowly low,
The sky, a canvas, blazes with colours that glow.
Pink, orange, violet, melt in harmony ,
A breathtaking spectacle, born of nature’s design.
The air, crisp and refreshing, whispers sweet delight,
With scents of blooming flowers, that dance in gentle light.
The breeze, a zephyr’s caress, barely touches the skin,
Leaving senses awakened, and the heart within.
The avian choir, in the final farewell song,
Weaves a serene symphony, where love does belong.
In this enchanted moment, I behold
Your beauty, my blessed poet, like a goddess, to enfold.
Your fingers, nymph-like, craft tales of Love,
Poetic verse, that flows like honeyed wine.
Your breath, fragrant as Persephone’s spring blooms,
Intoxicates my senses, with each tender perfume.
Your eyes, like sapphires, shining bright and blue,
Reflect the beauty of your soul, in all you do.
Your lips, a rosebud’s promise, inviting and sweet,
Beckon me to revel in love’s intoxicating treat
You are an exotic flower, rare and unique,
A treasure trove of beauty, where love does speak.
In your presence, time stands still, and all is right,
With you, my love, I bask in pure delight.
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