My Precious Swan

My hybrid love, awake the soul, infuse the heart, rebuke the
Cold. Indeed the hurt, a tutor rare, a fleet of prose, a mother’s
Care. Induce the waves, the flames of Christ, a yogic tear, an
Omic life. And lambent rose, a precious swan, a fantast mind,
A candent dawn. My hybrid love, a symbol fair, an eagle’s
Thirst, a wisdom flare. Indeed the hurt, a poem sung, a swamic
Grove, the spirit flung. Induce the flames, a burning heart,
Evoke the wind, a gleaming spark. And precious swan, a
Prophet’s moon, the ink of God, a touch of gloom. My hybrid
Love, a voice to print, a circuit wise, a mystic glint. Indeed the
Hurt, a music soft, a quilted pain, an oaken cross. Induce the
Waves, and feel the love, a wellic arc, the lark of blood. And
Waft the sun, a mental flame, a psychic wand, a tint of pain. Indeed
The light, a mantra kiss, a splendid joy, a daughter’s myth.