This Lingers On
There are gifts that I have treasured.
One have I with worth unmeasured.
One day I turned into a swan.
In poetry, this lingers on.
A young man smiled and gazed my way.
The sun was he, and in his ray
I basked as if in light of dawn.
In poetry, this lingers on.
To dulcet eyes that on me shone
and love like I had never known
in soft caresses I was drawn.
In poetry, this lingers on.
For his sweet kisses how I yearned
when to his country he returned.
Our time was swift and then was gone.
In poetry, this lingers on.
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