Cigarettes after coffee

In morning’s hush, your breath I find,

A fusion rich, a scent combined.

Of coffee dark and smoke entwined,

A gothic charm, so well designed.

A hint of night within the day,

With shadows deep, you steal away.

A fragrant ghost, in dawn's soft gray,

Where cigarettes and coffee play.

In every breath, a tale is spun,

Of distant stars and rising sun.

A lover’s dance, in quiet run,

Where passions merge, and hearts are won.

Your essence lingers, dark and sweet,

In twilight’s hold, our worlds complete.

A timeless blend, where two souls meet,

In gothic airs, our love’s conceit