Cindy, oh Cindy By jo spumoni Cindy, oh Cindy, thine face smelleth sweet For the roses of summer do bloom on thine cheek And fragrant and warm art thine tiny feet And when meeteth our eyes, my heart feeleth weak. Within thine smile doth resteth the sun And within thine eyes, the stars, And when meeteth our lips, we two become one Though still we are one from afar Dear Cindy! I fear I doth fail To sayeth all that I pine The poor words lament, and old Language ails To describe thine own hand on mine I didst try to be eloquent in olden words, but I wonder if it's true: Would you love me better had I just said, "I love you"? _________________________________________________________________ She By Cogito She walks among the shadows, cloaked in flame As hard as steel, invisible as air All demons flee in terror at her name Or wither into smoke before her glare Among the stars she strides across the sky Accepts no limits as she rules the night Millennia like mayflies pass her by And Time himself surrenders to her light She holds the universe within her hand Or slips between two subatomic waves One word of love from her upon the land Will raise the dead and lost up from their graves But if my love’s existence you refuse I shrug. For only I can see my Muse.