Cynthia

It was only a summer romance
In a small resort hotel
And a life time has passed
But I remember her well,
We were very young
And it was our first affair,
Her voice soft and tender,
Her blue eyes, blond hair,
Cynthia - so lovely and fair,
Since then I married twice
And slept all around,
But never, ever have I
Such happiness found.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz