Midnight Romance

How bright your eyes of cerulean blue Look out from your porcelain face my dear I saw those ivory teeth and I knew That crimson blood would be flowing right here Your cloak matches your obsidian brows Absinthe is the green the grass we lie on Love burning like charcoal as we carouse Making our love last way before the dawn Your sable hair reminds me of honey And I crush my lips to yours oh so soft I know that this is better than money But do you agree? I noticed you coughed Ash of roses the color I evoke Before leaving you in a puff of smoke