I Didn't Ask Cindy

Seeing her again was much of a surprise, Cindy dropped by to say a sweet hello; she flashed such an incredible smile: I didn't ask Cindy if she loved Mario. We had coffee and went back to a time when we dreamed on a meadow where a hemlock grew among lilies we adored. Missing one another was very clear and a little painful to admit with a warm touch; we certainly wanted to be together, not to spoil a romance that bloomed last March. I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario, my plan was to have her back forever; the word untrue couldn't weaken my libido: I cheated as well, our wild past didn't matter. Cyndy, I'll wipe the sadness off your teary cheeks; Cindy, what guy won't forgive you if he did worse? I wasn't the truest, no passion was in any verse; I should have shown sweetness, not a sea of tears. I didn't ask Cindy if she still loved Mario, was I not aware that she had the right to choose? A wound may never heal, it's not a bruise; can a Libra ever pair up with a seductive Scorpio?