Swans

We were standing by the water — quiet evening, gentle sky,
And two swans were drifting slowly, letting all the world pass by.
I looked at them and suddenly the truth became so clear:
That love can be a fragile light, yet something we hold near.


They never speak in voices — yet everything is heard,
As heart to heart is whispering its old, unbroken word:
That loyalty’s a choice you make once in your living days,
And after that you never search for any other ways.


We’re like swans across an endless silver blue,
Who chose each other once — and kept that choice so true.
The world may change, may spin, may rush ahead,
But love stays when the swans don’t fly away —
they sail on through their silent light instead.


And then I thought: perhaps that’s how our story goes —
No shouting, no grand vows, just walking where the river flows.
Though doubts may rise around us, though storms may come to call —
The swans don’t hide their wings from love;
their wings reveal it all.


We’re like swans who hold the horizon as their home,
They glide through every storm — yet never drift alone.
And no matter how far the waterline may bend,
Love outlives the tremble
when you know you’re walking home — with your best friend.


And if the silent hour comes
to test our hearts someday,
I’ll recall the shining stillness
where our promise found its way.
Two simple swans in waterlight —
faithful to the end,
Who carry through the darkness
all the truth they can’t pretend.


We were standing by the water —
and the moment felt like fate.
Two swans were floating onward
as if they knew we’d resonate.
And doubt dissolved, and nothing in me needed to defend:
Love is not a promise,
Love is when you stay —
like swans who never bend.