There are gifts that I have treasured. One have I with worth unmeasured. One day I turned into a swan. In poetry, this lingers on. A young man smiled and gazed my way. The sun was he, and in his ray I basked as if in light of dawn. In poetry, this lingers on. To dulcet eyes that on me shone and love like I had never known in soft caresses I was drawn. In poetry, this lingers on. For his sweet kisses how I yearned when to his country he returned. Our time was swift and then was gone. In poetry, this lingers on.