The evening air broods of lonesome solemnity
An aching throb of melancholy
As a pining heart awaits yet another sacred meeting
A moment of solitude with her heart's only
The sun-draped evening whispers sweet nothings
The heavy breeze carries hopes-aplenty;
Hear the voices of my soul the wind carries
Feel the warmth of my love in the sunset's embrace
The approaching night croons a loveful melody
While the shadows of the dark dance a gentle waltz
As the glitters in the sky and the dim streetlamps
Churn a bottomless memory of utter saccharinity.