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Adam M. Snow Adam M. Snow Male, 27, United States (8/4/2012 7:57:00 PM)

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There once was a lady by the name of Ladylove,
who was said to be a saint sent from above.
But no one knew just who she was;
a ghost indeed was she, was she.
She approached a swain one day, one sorrowful day;
stealing his heart as she ran away.

She left with a flutter in a moonlit still,
her beauty graces her for a splendid time.
She haste to a pond of midnight glow,
a lad soon followed as he watched her go.
She looked in his eyes with sadness there,
looking away as she's engulfed in light.

She step a foot in glistening water still,
meandering a swan not by will.
The boy he haste to grasp her hand,
letting his love guide as they shift to swans;
he a swan of black and she white,
they soar now into the ever moonlight.
The story now told of a love everlasting,
of two young swans, on moonlit casting.

-Adam M. Snow

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  • Rookie Lamis Fahal . (9/5/2012 2:07:00 PM) Post reply
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    Awwwww, I really loved it!
    Vivid imagination that made drift away
    Great job! ! !

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