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.