I Saw A Romantic Learned Black Angel

There knelt a girl who held a black flower
But everything of hers were black silhouette.
The girl was an angel with black colour,
The wings were transparent and stretched at back.
For a moment, I thought I was blind.
I Saw a Romantic Learned Black Angel!
Who not like any specter came so fine
A tangible romantic immortal
Though from within me were fountains of doubts
That dragged my conscience if such was true;
She yelped and said, "Dear boy clear off such thoughts"
I soon diminished but still saw her though
Stretching her hand with the flower to me.
The curtain cut me off and I can't be!