Heads turn as the swan glides on still, still water,
The ripples trail tendrils behind
And my heart is the pond that feels this touch
As I realize this swan is mine

The rabbit is timid on the dew-dropped grass
Its eyes in the morning light do shine
And my lip is the grass that feels its bite
As I realize this rabbit is mine

White softness, the girl in the sunset glow
With features so fair and fine
And my heart is the one that feels her love
As I realize this daughter is mine

2012-12-25