Lady on the Swing

Lady on the swing,
Your hair blows in wind,
As you sit there swaying,
As if in a dream.


Is that a smile I see?
Like a sheer on your face.
The wind plays with you -
Ruffles the trims of your lace.

Your bright eyes, lost,
In a moment so sweet.
You seem to find peace,
Where your mind and heart meet.

Lady on the swing,
What is your story?
What is your song -
If you would sing?

You seem like a fallacy,
Lost in your trials,
Yet that smile fleets around,
Mystifies and enthralls.

The wind is your mate.
He rubs off your bruises,
And kisses your cheeks.
This is your love, this is your date.

Lady on the swing,
Those dainty hands bear the nerves of a trooper.
As you keep swaying,
You reflect beauty deep within.
Leaving me, a bewitched onlooker.

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