DULCINEA'S REGRET
© Cynthia Hilts 2000

Don't make me your Dulcinea
You're just the kind of fool that would try
Don Quixote of la Mancha was a fool, too
Broke every heart that he touched
With his fine blind noble desires

Hey, anyone could tell
That most generous of souls would lead
All his beloved straight to hell
They didn't have to wait
For the gentle willing blind
There's sorrow enough before that mythical fiery gate
Dulcinea and that fiery gate
Dulcinea

I won't be your Dulcinea
Though I'm the kind of fool that could
That crazy light of la Mancha is in you, too
Brighten the darkest places in my heart
And then break it good

You see me through the mist
Of an image you have made of me
The perfect mate, the ideal tryst
Who granted you the right
To see only the part of me
That would love to soar with you on your mystic flight
Dulcinea and that mystic flight
Dulcinea

I won't be your Dulcinea