Epitaph

An Ode to the girl,
With the dreamy curls.
With a dazzling smile
My heart who entwined.

An Ode to the light,
Who fights with might.
Against the dark,
Where the shadows lark.

An Ode to my Sun,
My only one.
Glowing like the moon,
Spoiling like a toon.

And one final salutation to the fact,
That these all amalgamate intact.
And form the angel with lute,
Who (with me) did Cupid shoot.

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