The swan is mysterious, silent.

She is graceful.

Her dark eyes are impossible to read.

Covered in intricate white;

No bright plumage demanding to be seen;

She is an angelic glimpse from the corner of my eye.

As if in disbelief, I look again.

Bound by her beauty, I stop to admire her,

Knowing this moment won’t last.

Walking to the water she joins her lifelong mate.

I wish I could keep her, but she belongs with him.

Together they are a perfect pair.

Dedicated to my daughter, Morgan. These words don’t only describe the swan, they describe Morgan on her wedding day.