My True Love Comes

May 27, 2009
Sitting on the swing
Wondering where he is
My one true love
On his white horse

The trees sway
And the wind whistles
As I swing
Back and forth

The pond barly moves
With no ripples
It looks like a mirror
And I smile at myself

I hear the leaves rustle
And turn to see
The willow leaves parting
And a white horse for me

His eyes turn to me
And we're speechless
I get on his white horse
And we ride on

I can't wait
For the future
And the past
Is finally behind me

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