Passionate Evening



In the quiet of the evening's embrace,

When the sun has set and the sky is ablaze,

The world seems to slow, and time stands still,

And my heart begins to feel the thrill.

Passion, like fire, ignites in my soul,

And words, like sparks, begin to roll,

Fueled by the beauty of the fading light,

My poetry takes flight.

The sky is painted in shades of red and gold,

And my heart, with longing, begins to unfold,

In the tranquility of the evening hour,

My passion blooms like a flower.

I pour my heart into each and every line,

And let my words dance and intertwine,

As I express the depths of my desire,

And let my passion be the fire.

The night may be dark, but my spirit is bright,

And my poetry burns with a passionate light,

For in the evening's tranquil embrace,

My heart and soul find their sacred space.