Calmed my heart, filled my soul,
You were my sweetest tune.
You made my lips tremble.
You made me kiss you even at noon.

You were my artwork,
With those touches that glitter.
Your grin, your smirk,
Are subject of my pen and paper.

Young, dark, and fearless,
You were my knight.
It was real and I was conscious
When I could not, you fight.

You're gone awfully, suddenly.
And despite your absence,
You are still my favorite melody,
The tune that has now silenced

I'm fixing the canvas you distort,
Filling the colors that are in drought.
But you are still my artwork,
An abstract I never figured out.

This is my only fright,
I am losing my defender.
But you are still my knight,
This time, in a rusty armor.

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You were mine,
and still mine, I believe.