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My Swan

June 14, 2015

May we all find someone who speaks the same language.

Richard M. Ankers - Author

She sings
A song
Of love
That’s gone
Beside
The lake
My heart
Does break
Her hair
So pure
Her eyes
Demure
Her wings
Are clipped
But soul
Un-dipped
For in
Her voice
My love
Rejoice
Now dare
I ask
Her hand
My task
For she’s
My one
My girl
My swan
The dream
Made real
Time to
Reveal

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