The abstraction of Love,
The Silent Black Swan,
Interrupted by the White Dove.

In the Depths of the dark forest Swan searched
Far and wide, high and low.
For the reality of love
Only the White Dove could show.

Swan thought he knew all there was to know,
He wandered in solitude, as he watched the canopy grow

And one one particularly dark day,
He heard a soft whisper say,
"Still your thoughts my Love,
fret no more and do not be afraid of the dark,
It is me, Your White Dove"

And the Swan's thoughts stilled.
For a moment his mind no longer tilled.

The Dove drew gracefully near,
And the Swan's fear of solitude
Began to dissapear

Until it was no more