And then.

When the day gently leans and caresses the night,
and the sky blushes red and crimson with affection;
Or, when the night parts it's lips and bids farewell,
and the sky lights up in sanguine hopes of the after;
I will spirit you away to a vantage point, and then...
I will kiss you like night kisses the day.

Aesthetic Blasphemy | Silhouette of two in an embrace

(I have an image in my head which, maybe, someday I'll be able to draw. Till then. Here's a poor copy of someone else's work)