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!