Poem
Here's a sonnet poem titled "The Amber": The Amber In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, Amidst the trees, a warm light doth enthrall, Like honeyed nectar, golden, rich, and small, The amber sunset slowly starts to call. With hues of orange, red, and purple bright, The sky is painted, a breathtaking sight, As day yields to the night's embracing light, And stars, like diamonds, twinkle with delight. Yet, in this peaceful scene, I find my pain, A longing for a love that cannot remain, For like the amber sunset, fleeting and vain, Our moments together are but brief, in vain. Still, I'll cherish every second we share, And hold the memory of you, beyond compare.