Shakespeare, the Swan of Avon no less, used the image in The Merchant of Venice, 1596:
Portia: Let music sound while he doth make his choice; then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, fading in music.
1
I would be dreaming to bath in you!
For you ripple like a cool lunar lake!
But you engulfed like a solar flame!
2
I have been longing to dive into you!
For you seem to be a nectar stream!
But you have been steaming so hot!
3
I’ve been fond of breathing in you!
For I felt you are an angelic aroma!
But you are a rare divine blossom!
4
I would like to nuzzle your contours!
To end up in the infinities of beauty!
But I realized you are the beatitude!
5
I have been crazy to snuggle in you!
For smuggling your amorous zones!
But, you are the azure of the oceans!
6
I am fond of nibbling your tulip lips!
To sip in you the wine and women!
But now I feel you are a divine deity!
7
I long to last in your twilight tresses!
To trespass your contour presses!
But you have been aloft as horizons!
8
You would swim in bliss ever across!
Like a sagacious and sublime swan!
But you see! I’m singing *swan song!
9
So, when you are to land in my soul!
I lost my heart and took off to avoid!
The contrast of my lust to your love!
10
Bear with me, I do not welcome you!
Don’t feel for you could farewell me!
We will be on the runway of next life!
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* The beautiful legendary song sung only once by a swan in its lifetime, as it is dying.
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I would be dreaming to bath in you!
For you ripple like a cool lunar lake!
But you engulfed like a solar flame!
I have been longing to dive into you!
For you seem to be a nectar stream!
But you have been steaming so hot!
I’ve been fond of breathing in you!
For I felt you are an angelic aroma!
But you are a rare divine blossom!
I would like to nuzzle your contours!
To end up in the infinities of beauty!
But I realized you are the beatitude!
I have been crazy to snuggle in you!
For smuggling your amorous zones!
But, you are the azure of the oceans!
I am fond of nibbling your tulip lips!
To sip in you the wine and women!
But now I feel you are a divine deity!
I long to last in your twilight tresses!
To trespass your contour presses!
But you have been aloft as horizons!
You would swim in bliss ever across!
Like a sagacious and sublime swan!
But you see! I’m singing *swan song
So, when you are to land in my soul!
I lost my heart and took off to avoid!
The contrast of my lust to your love!
Bear with me, I do not welcome you!
Don’t feel for you could farewell me!
We will be on the runway of next life!
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