You, my wickedly beautiful swan with plumes so regally dark
My love, my truth, my other self
A rainbow of magnificent colours
I now understand when Wilde wrote about his love for
Bosie
My face it may wear a frown and on the odd occasion
 a smile if it be a little upside down
Never doubt my love for you,
Such a connection my empathic friend
My soul mate, mystic twin
With you I feel so at ease my language rolls from my
tongue like the summer breeze
No, matter where I go or who I become. I know you are
 there
Offering love that no one has known
My wild, wild mustang
Never doubt my love for you