Sweet Cynthia, possessing true beauty,
Dark lustrous locks, eyes deeper than sea,
Nary a thorn on heaven's magnum opus,
An angel of the Lord walks among us.
Dear Cynthia, you’ve such divine beauty,
But as the blind can especially see,
Your glow does not darken beneath your skin,
Your heart and mind are faithfully wed within.

Gentle Cynthia, kind beyond illusion,
Content without reward, intent not vain delusion,
Your disposition to painfully choose
To walk in everyone else’s shoes,
Leaves your aching heels without priority,
Treating yourself with inferiority,
Dismissing your anger, devoid of hate,
Withholding your spite from becoming too great.

Lovely Cynthia, timid from failure,
Tempered through sorrow, acceptance not sure,
I cannot fathom the refusal of others
To love a girl who treats them like brothers,
Never veil your true self in a disguise
And poison your sweet nature through lies.
With sincerity, I give you my heart,
Let it beat for you when yours falls apart.

Pretty Cynthia, please dread me not,
I dream of being your Lancelot,
Riding to sunset with you holding on tight,
Right through to the darkened beauty of night.
But alone, with my armor gone, my pride is weak,
No helmet to hide any reddened cheek,
Warmed by soft sheets, illuminated by faint moon,
We caress and kiss and cuddle to noon.

Oh dear sweet Cynthia, I'm sure you’ve long knew,
How heavily my heart beats for you.
I sigh at my longings, wishing so dear
That toward you I could relinquish my fear,
I hold such admiration for all you are,
You glisten more luminously than any night star,
Beautiful to sight, endearing through deed,
Acceptance and care from me, guaranteed.

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