For Cynthia

In sacrifice a woman’s worth is lost,

Yet they who see know rubies are but glass.

So many treasures buried under grass,

I’ll not see your worth crumble with the frost.

For you are an exemplar of your sex,

A silhouette of ideal womanhood.

Through winds of change, e’en storm, yet still you stood

With strength and grace, and glory uncomplex.

I knew you long ago when I was young,

I felt the grip of love around me then.

You lit in me a passion I’ve not known

And your name. Your name just beyond my tongue…

 

My heart beats differently to other men’s

And thus I stand and claim you for my own.