Sonnet 4

Upon the meadow's verdant bliss I stand,

With eager eyes transfixed on yonder sight,

The sun's farewell, a canvas rich and grand,

As day submits to silent arms of night.

The mockingbird doth sing his mournful tune,

In twilight's reign, his heart's lament unfurls,

And luna's glow, midst darkling sky's festoon,

Doth cast a shimmer o'er the black it hurls.

Yet, in this somber hour, I find thee here,

A beacon, shining bright amidst the gloom,

Thy visage fair, a solace I revere,

As on thy tender words my thoughts consume.

So let us share this sweet embrace of eve,

In love's eternal dance forever weave.