Ode to the Ghost

My charming Ghost, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you bleed, hide and eat,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the acid leet.

Let me compare you to an unique tune?
You are more unreal, placid and teary.
Last sun heats the frightful peaches of June,
And summertime has the laverdiere.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your tremendous eyes, mouth and ears.
Thinking of your rightful mouth fills my days.
My love for you is the spiteful premiers.

Now I must away with an aghast heart,
Remember my past words whilst we're apart.