Colourification
The night does be grandiose
See the moon, see how it shines
As if it were an ivory luminous object
As if, it were the home of the prince of the galaxy, my muse
On such a night, my crimson heart does beat with fierceness
Why, my muse does be the one to gift us all this beauty
My muse, my lover, the one to guide us all on our fates
My muse, a being I have not seen as yet
My muse, a being said to be dressed in a saffron attire
A being said to have a charcoal complexion, one same as the cloudy clouds
My muse, the one for whom the pangs of desire light up in me
See, I've already imagined it all, me, with an immense sapphire on my head
Him, with pearls on his hand
Loved and revered in all nooks and crooks of the universe
So much that waning seems to be the violet flowers that are meant to be mine
So much that pale seems to be the emerald ring that he gifts me
Why, faced with our love, even the coral sun loses its ardor
Yes, to love each other we do, on a lawn made of carnation grass
Yes, tonight the titanium moon does have me dreaming all the way through!
Oh how grandiose does be this romantic night!
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