The Swing

A poem about dreaming about a future love from afar.

As I sit alone upon this swing
And stare into the skies
I just can't seem to shake these thoughts
Of your warm and caring eyes

As I sit alone upon this swing
I wonder how it might be
To hold you in my arms so tight
And to kiss you tenderly

For now I must just sit and wonder
Or dream of how things could be
But who knows; dreams do come true
And become reality.