I Love Thee

A jewel more radiant than the stars above,
she infused thy air with her fragrant desire.
I quickly fell from grace, in love.
Her chilling lips upon thy neck fervor thy blackened heart.
This seductress of night, in black, mistress of darkness, took me from terror.
I knew only her august name.
Stirred with her evening inertia,
I became her acolyte, indefinitely.
This flawless beauty, in which her flaunted visage compels glimpses of roses and paradise within the blackest of velvet nights, causes thy knees to weaken like the heavens.
I've a feverish desire and a cursed purpose to indefinitely become familiar with her every enrapturing quality.
Secrets will be dead within our privy lives.
Sweet requiems will whisper in our ears, until we die,
enrobed in deathly shadows,
content in the afterlife's eyes.
Oh, being of chaos and strife,
I love thee.