Lovely, Richard. :D
Originally posted on Richard Ankers:
I saw it in the sweep of her swanlike neck,
An elegance born of nature.
Her persuasion was to kindness
Something I’d almost forgotten about.
Her tendency to smile, whilst others grimaced,
Endeared her still further: she was perfect.
She wore white more often than not, a coat of softest down.
Whenever the wind blew, I expected her wings to unravel,
Her form to take flight beneath the cold winter skies.
I am not ashamed to say, I was enraptured by her.
But, like the birds she resembled, she departed,
Migrated across the ocean and left me behind.
I wait still stood atop the crumbling cliff tops.
I will always wait for her, my darling swan.
(Image courtesy of LunaSombria on deviantart.com)