A Poem Is Born

When the sunsets, And birds fly back to home, In crimson light, I hold my pen to make a sketch. But on these pages You appear, my dear, I kiss your intoxicated eyes, A poem is born. Creativity and stolen kisses Spark the scenery, Hugs and whispers intermingle With penned verses, A poem is born. The canvas of twilight Becomes our sanctuary, Where emotions flow freely, And love becomes the ink That paints our story, A poem is born With each stroke of my pen, I etch your essence onto the page, Capturing the beauty of our connection, A testament to the love That blossoms in the twilight, Where poetry and passion dance, A poem is born.