The frog fell in love with the swan,
Her grace,her wings and her ability to swim.
They were far different, He knew.
For once and always,
He can never be close to her.

Yet he falls for her.
He stares at her dancing admist the water hues,
Softly, gracefully, sliding through the waves,
As if owning them,loving them.
He wonders who could not fall for her,
And he ain't an exception either!

He watches her every single day without a miss,
I wonder if she even knows!
But he,
He doesn't care about it!!
For cause, I guess, he knows..
He's just a mere frog,
A mere admirer,a mere gazer,
Nothing comparable to any.

He doesn't care an ounce of the cons,
Cause for him, she is already his beloved.
And for always, He will be her devotee.

Like a virtuoso, he will forever sing her melody,
Lost in her charms, losing his sanity.