The Love Of Swans Poem by MARIE CLAIN

The love of swans is like the sweetness of the rain
Clear and clear as the first morning dew

The love of the swans is adorned with cries of the sun shining every second

The love of swans is the embrace of the colors of desires

The love of swans is the sound of glances on the satin feathers of his beloved

The love of swans is the incandescent flight of their painful feelings from the fires of their love

The love of the swans is the eternal symphony of their fluttering wings in the oxygenated air of their love sigh

The love of the swans is intertwined necks whose beginnings and endings are unknown

The love of swans is the silence of their floating on the water that mirrors their infallible attachment

The love of swans is that love which you have given me, placed on my soul like a feather on the soft cushions of the air bubbles which turn endlessly in the symphony of the winds.

The love of the swans carries the ring on which you have engraved your name near mine.