A Gothic Romance

A single candle is lit at the end of the dusk.
The sky darkening to it's rich and royal purple.
A red wine sits untouched on a mantle.
The velvet richness is felt.

Her lips like rubies burn your face as they press.
Her eyes a solid passion, walled deep in your mind.
Her skin like cream, her hair like silk.
A voice of an angel as she whispers your name.

So long ago had it begun, just a simple word in the dark to her.
She called your name and you turned, knowing you never gave it.
Her smiled pierced the ice that was your heart.
Your romance blossom into Passion.

A simple ring placed on her finger and all of your desires were then truth.
With the patience of Gods you both explored the love you had.
Eternal as the stars above, deep as the oceans below.
Never a moment went without her face imprinted on your soul.

So many years now have gone by and still it is as it was.
Her face, now aged, just as divine as it ever was.
Two lovers in a celestial paradise.

Your hands, weak with age, hold hers tight and close.
Her eyes, green as jade, stare into yours.

You sink slowly into the forever of eternity.