A crimson sunset,
so timeless in its way.
The beginning of a morrow,
or the end of a day?

From gaze to dream,
From dream to hope.
It is with our resolve
that we wish to elope.

From hope to could,
From could to will.
A moment to a word,
a lifetime to fulfill.

From will to may,
From may to might.
There goes the sunset,
gone from our sight.

 
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