You are my only swan,
Whose beauty graces the sky.
Your smile ripples my heart of water,
Your eyes pierce the soul of my existence.
Your laughter echoes through my mind,
And your voice calms even my turbulent life.
Your touch feels like the hand of an angel,
Whose warmth melted my icy soul.
In your presence, my soul felt whole,
In your absence, a needle poked a hole.
Yet I yearn for you,
As you are my only swan.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
You are my only swan,
Whose beauty graces the sky.
Your smile ripples my heart of water,
Your eyes pierce the soul of my existence.
Your laughter echoes through my mind,
And your voice calms even my turbulent life.
Your touch feels like the hand of an angel,
Whose warmth melted my icy soul.
In your presence, my soul felt whole,
In your absence, a needle poked a hole.
Yet I yearn for you,
As you are my only swan.
Some souls feel like a breeze.
You can feel them, but you can’t hold them.
You can’t stay attached — even if you want to.
So are you, my only swan.