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?
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