Garden flowers dressed as swans
Bending and gliding in their minds
Even growing full in the first fallen snow
With sun's zesty passion on their side
Every step of the garden walk way leads to scenic enjoyment
Excited stepping stones skip joyously to a rippled azure lake
Loving garden swans stretch up to meet their sun
Raising up high, entertwined as they create a perfect heart
The sky is touched, reaching down to meet both tenderly
Kissed swans bend and glide bidding their sweet good nights
Seeing you on the banks as they twirl through the lakes
These soul swan mates take turns making each other laugh
And cherish one another in their private flower gardens
So grateful for the weather, the sun, moon and snow
And for you on the banks of their lake with your beau
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