A Woman, A Necklace And A Swan

A woman, a necklace and a swan,

Three things that seem so far apart,

Yet fate has woven them as one,

In a tale that tugs at the heart.

The necklace was a precious thing,

A family heirloom, old and rare,

It sparkled bright, it seemed to sing,

As though it held a secret there.

The woman who owned it was fair,

A beauty that could light up the day,

She wore the necklace with such care,

It seemed to shine in a special way.

And then one day, beside a lake,

She saw a swan with feathers white,

It seemed to pause, as if to take

A moment in the golden light.

The woman felt a sudden thrill,

As though she'd seen a sign from fate,

She knew what she must do, and still,

She hesitated, for she was late.

But something drew her to the swan,

And as she neared, it spread its wings,

She felt a surge of joy upon

Her heart, like the song a lark sings.

Then in a flash, the swan was gone,

And in its place, a man appeared,

He held the necklace, and upon

His face, a smile that conquered fear.

The woman knew that this was love,

A gift from fate, a precious thing,

She took the necklace, and above

Her heart, she felt it softly sing.

And so they walked away, the three,

The woman, the necklace and the swan,

A tale of love and destiny,

A story that will carry on.