

Sonnet ThreeShe was the sun, and I was the pale moon For every ray of light she shone, I lost My heart, it started to beat all too soon And I fell far before winter's first frost The stars sang to us as we spun in dance Even though she was bright, her light touched not My soul, and she who has speared my by lance Does not laugh, instead she observes me, caught I, unlike galaxies, spin near to home Although they are gorgeous, they wander far My orbit is small, as I am her own Unworthy my pale and cracked ridges are She far outshines me, o beautiful star But the heavens with ourSonnet Three
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If you should die before me ask if you can bring a friend.
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