We were laughing, having fun; dancing, jerking around,
You were conversing with your friends, oblivious to our racuous merriment.
Our attention to an antiquated accessory, a pair of large yellow-tone sunglasses.
We kept trying it on for amusement, looking ridiculous in turn.
Then you put them on.
And I couldn't find anything to laugh about.
For looking at me was an angel, of flowing midnight-dark hair and her accentuated eyes that beamed brighter than any star.
The fool instantly lost in her gaze.
My angel... the killjoy.
You took away my one reason to laugh, and you gave me all the reasons to smile.
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