At the stroke of
Midnight, is when you'll
Find me.
Stretching my wings,
Excited to at long last
Take flight.
I, the only black swan
On the lake.
I am unlike anyone that
You have ever known, I
Am a complicated puzzle
With pieces missing.
Nothing seems to fit
Into place, I am a mystery waiting
To be solved.
A tightly bound ball of
String, waiting to be unravelled
By a man that I deem most
Worthy of my heart.
I am a force to be reckoned
With, the most challenging of
Challenges that there is.
I see now that this dance
That is my life, was created with
You in mind.
As you place your hand
In mine, you whisper with a
Breath subtle yet warm and
Flirtatious against my cheek,
"You lead."
A smile can't help but
Escape from me as I reply,
"It's just you and me."
Any rumour about me
That you've read, you know
Not to take seriously.
Fiercely protective of me,
You swat away parasitic rumours
Spread as if they're flies.
Because you know that
Facts of all of me are so much,
That they could fill the pages
Of every book.
And yet somehow, you
Know and are not afraid of
How my story was written.
You're the only one who is
Willing to read it to it's very
Last page.
Looking into my eyes,
As if trying to find the right thing
To write as an afterword so as to leave
No blank or empty space.
This love of ours is deeper
Than chemical, there is no
Stopping it.
Stencilled my whole life as
A trouble shaped template, it
Is delightfully refreshing to
Finally been seen for something
Great.
You are the only one who
Transforms the puddle of
My heart, into the most serene
Of lakes.
As you adjust your hand on
My lower back, you plant a
Reassuring kiss lightly on the
Crown of my head.
A simple touch, that translates
To a language spoken to my soul.
One sentence is all it speaks.
That sentence?
'You don't have to spend your
Days swimming on the lake
Of lone.'
In confirmation you tell me,
"You are the most beautiful
Swan that I am lucky to call my
Own."
- Alexandra Pierotti.
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