You are my swan, elegant as the moon and stars <br />coming and going as you please, <br />without regrets of hurting me, <br />and I'm content with that <br />since I'm the lake where you were born <br />from a late night kiss, under the blessing of slow moving clouds, <br />the place where sometimes you in your journeys <br />anchor your heart. <br />Forever here, for you, my heroine <br />reflecting your blonde beauty, <br />through carefully polished poems, <br />though not doing a good job <br />I haven't forsaken you, though you've been left for a long time <br />for I know that that heart, when the world will hurt <br />will need a safe place to rest.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-you-anchor-your-heart/
