"Springtime" by Pierre Auguste Cot (Fr) 1873

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"The Swing"

You can see it in their faces
As they sit upon the swing
In eternal adoration
In the silence their hearts sing.

They are innocent beginners
They are lost in each one's eyes
You can see the adoration
And can almost hear them sigh.

If I could pick one place to be
I might surely pick that place
To sit there with my beloved
And look down upon your face.

We could swing together always
So our love would always be
In the eyes of the beholders
The rest of eternity.

©Adriaan