It was my greatest privilege to talk with the girl so elegant,
But now Cyntheja just would not respond.
In that the “Summer’s lease” has been all too short,
Petals silently perished in the August blinding sunlight.
She who brought me delight only makes me agonised,
Beauty still the beauty though beholder no longer the beholder.
Once in my adolescent dreams I was the Sultanate,
Of the greatest empire that had ever existed.
Those dreams elapsed as the adore emerged,
Wildness subjugated and the Highest King being tamed.
Had there been any chance even the faintest,
I would chase you Cyntheja with my hand.
Pity everything has gone with wind just like the dust,
Echoing ceaselessly only in my simple childish mind.
