Cynthia

Cynthia

When at night I close my eyes,
 to think all the days gone by,
 to feel again those passions past,
 and feeble joy that never lasts,

 I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
 I think I found you in a dream,
 the night I pressed beyond the seam,
 where fantasy and reality meet

 in summer mist so soft and sweet,
 But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
 But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
 Her soul took flight

 I awake to find Her never there
 She passes like the misty air
 To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
 my Cynthia

 Enigma love you swell the heart,
 to crush the same when lovers part
 But whether love and joy you bring
 or bitter pain and Death's cold sting

 I plead you come to me again, my final love,
 My Cynthia

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