The Swing, My Love

Give your hand to me
with solemn grace I'll carry you
In my arms you rest, on my lap you lay
As I thrust, grip tightly on those chains
Lean your back on my breast as we sway.

We shall glimpse on paths and lanes
Behind our backs in the gentle breeze
Chasing us as we embrace
In this swing we ride
Until it gone tired.

Then I'll let you swing on your own
As your feet starts to glide
Your heartbeat be inspired
Be not afraid for I'm right behind
You'll never slip nor fall, hold on.

On the swing, you sway up and down
Through lows and highs
I'll wait here to swing you up
Once again towards the skies on top
I promise we wont stop.

07-29-05