Curse Be to Cupid

You may not be mine, but I wish you the best
Life is short I hope you enjoy the rest
Your happiness was all I ever wanted
Even after losing you had left me haunted
There has never been a more amazing woman
Curse be to Cupid, how I loathe that bowman
My heart had been pierced and the wound remained sore
For a long while the pain was more than I could endure
It is no lie to say your name was tattooed upon my heart
You were my muse, a true vision, a work of art
I refused to let go, I never wanted to say good-bye
I didn't want to admit a part of me had died
Well this is me finally admitting and letting go
Good-bye beautiful, how I loved you so

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