What can melt
this heart of mine
and cause my breath
to deeply sigh?
What can make
my world anew
and set my spirit
 to soar on high?
 
'tis not the morn
and birds with song
nor twinkling starlit night
'tis not the mighty Eagles wings
in majestic graceful flight
And though a Swan
with lifelong mate
can cause my heart to swell
'tis not a vision
such as these
that I'm about to tell;
 
Mirrored like the pond
from which those Swans
did glide
Misty like the air
In which the
Eagles ride
Twinkled Like the Stars
Upon the
Midnight Skies
Are captured
in my lady...
 
In Her
Loving Eyes

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