Quietly I sit alone in my lounger
The sky is blue glazed by the evening light
Fading into the distance
A gentle song sweetly sung by lovers
Their song heard deep into the night
The Swans know only devotion
And only death will do them part
Who are men to corrupt this most sacred affair?
When love itself breaths the life and without it
The death
Quietly I sit and ponder this,
What is love, when a swan glides silently
Across a still water
Her chosen is not at her side and nor,
She knows not if he shall return
Let the rain pour down up on her to hide the tears
That slip from her tender eye
Let it kiss her as sweetly as only love can
For with out her chosen, death is all that is left for her.
Her body my go on and yet where is her heart?
Where is her love, it is not with her, it no longer will be
For her chosen process’s it all, wherever he may be.
The Swan sings fort eh last time, her lonely song.
