Amidst shadows draped in sorrow's embrace,
Where thou thine thy art, a smile, doth impart,
In wilted hearts, thy touch doth interlace,
A solace born of grace, to heal each heart.
As sun-kissed rays bedeck the dew-kissed rose,
Thine essence, like sweet nectar, dost bestow,
Thy lyrical of joy, a balm that flows,
Thy tender light, a beacon in woe.
Let thy radiant glow thy love define,
Thy smile, a masterpiece, thy soul's design.
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