
Swan of Grace
Women remind me of different creatures
Depending on their special features.
There are fox, cougar, spider and fawn
But none out-charms my graceful swan.
I sit and watch behind tall grass
Her gracious glide on sheets of glass;
With poise she floats across her lake
Such splendid form my breath does take.
She spreads her wings and all stand still
Awed by the force she calls at will.
A simple wave without a sound
And mist and gloom are tied and bound.
Blue skies she opens as she passes
Like curtains draw apart cloud masses;
The sun may now rise up and shine
By her good soul, pure and divine.
A sunbeam spotlight on her glows,
To light her stunning starlet pose;
Upon her shimmering halos hold
Cascading waterfalls of gold.
“Good morning,” birds do sing out loud
And round her ducklings always crowd.
I hear her say, “Good morning to you,”
A voice so warm it dries the dew.
And to her cheer the rabbits play
And flowers always toward her sway;
Gentle, modest, although she knew
This kingdom hers, a Princess true.
I have seen angels reaching down
To simply touch her pretty crown.
They then do know the claim has worth
That one of them lives here on Earth.
Yet I could sense within her eyes
That she is woman in disguise;
And what she needs to set her free
Is the prince that I could never be.
Wonder-struck with every gaze
My heart sings out a joyous praise.
I make a wish and blow a kiss
And pray her lips it does not miss ...
Her soul emits an aura bright
And bursts forth beams of rainbowed light;
Her feathered gown disrobed and pealed
At last her womanhood revealed.
Entranced by unknown mystic charms
We fall into each other’s arms.
I cry, “My Lady, be you true?”
She hugs my neck, “My Prince is you.”
And so it is love cannot hide
From those who learn to look inside;
Who can peer deep where beauty lies
Will transform souls like butterflies.
Yet though she now has flesh like mine
She’ll always be to me divine;
And though she now has woman’s face
She’ll always be my swan of grace.



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