Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Two swans glide on waters still,
Mirrors of grace in a tranquil flow,
With whispered secrets, hearts fulfill.

Feathers white as winter’s snow,
Their dance a silent, sacred rhyme,
Love’s pure essence they bestow,
Eternally bound through space and time.

In twilight’s tender, fading light,
They drift like dreams into the night,
Wings outspread, a gentle flight,
Souls entwined, forever bright.

O swans, your beauty does inspire,
A world of peace, a heart’s desire,
In your dance, we find the fire,
Of love’s soft whisper, lifting higher.