As Fair As Whitest Swan
Midst gentle early summer day's sunshine
I saw her in the swelling crowd anon
Her elegant demeanor so refined
Framed skin so soft, as fair as whitest swan
Of royal blood she was most certainly
No doubt a scion of the King and Queen
I knew that she was far too good for me
And yet I seized the opportunity
I signaled to her that she should draw near
My heart, on fire, was pounding like a drum
It seemed at first she did not want to hear
But then I realized that she would come
She weaved her way through throngs that lovely day
To brush my cheek ~ I fainted dead away
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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