Dearest Mudra, Arthur would be proud.
Your a guiding light, Avalons gift and delight
You use love as your might, the code of a true knight
No matter the plight, your kindness sets aright
Cuz' your words are not swords, their harmonious chords
Measured with blessings, timed with passions as dressings
Rhythms mysterious art, the song of the heart!
Happy Birthyday!!
Thanks for being so bright, you loving wight!
(The ancient meaning of wight, not today's fantasy version
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