Adorned in down the cygnet bold
swam anxious bursts in wait;
by rippled sun she knew her favoured hour.
To shore her daily boy was due
with smuggled crumbs in hat;
his spoken words as soft as manna offered.
From pond she’d watch him leap and climb
in autumn leaves and tree.
She tried to hear his thoughts at rest in daisies.
For there he’d lay with eyes to sky
upon the hillside slant;
as though in wish and lost on a blissful dream.
Where groups of boys would shout aloud
names attached to torments,
unknown alone her boy would play in silence.
A cygnet’s fate is set to swan
yet dear she loved the boy.
Her every wish was cast to be a girl child.
By night she dreamed of ribbons loose
in hair with angel curls.
To share his hand in run and playful laughter.
Law of nature dashes hope;
no boy endears to swan.
By night her heart as playground echoed empty.
An autumn moon shines magic light
in perfect cloudless weather;
to grant the wish of a heart most true in love.
That night it found the cygnet bold,
it dreamed to her conditions.
Its words as though a whisper in her mind:
“Your cygnet soul with a girl child fair
can blend by morning light,
though consequence will bare if you should will it.
Never shall you grow to swan.
You are to dwell forever,
within the girl whose soul with yours entwines."
"As time for play with the gentle boy
a single day is offerred.
You then must leave the playground quickly silent.
For as you pass beyond it’s gates
every cygnet memory;
will never be recalled in thoughts remembered."
"Twenty years must pass in mark
where-by there’s no return;
and only after such by mystery’s urge."
"Far away from the playground pond,
past blooms of mauve and blue,
beyond the lazy creeks in grassy farms.
it’s there your childhood years will fade,
for if you break conditions,
your soul will never find the boy's aligned."
"Even he must play his part
to prove his love is worthy.
He must behold your touch as treasured dear”
The voice in dream was brought to hush;
she knew her choice so certain.
In sweetened sleep her cygnet heart fell peaceful.
The moon gave way to morning sun,
'til it rose to the favoured mark.
Her daily boy arrived to feed the swans.
She skipped towards in humming song
then stopped upon approach;
"I like your hat," she chuckled bold in mischief.
Adding your comment:
sss you are a 
I hope you find the time to read 2 & 3 sometime too, this one makes far more sense when you read the whole story 
And yes, they DO have swans at Lakeside Park. 
