Swift as thoughts, my love for you
Loud as gunshots, my longing for you
Swift as towersailers, my fall for you
Lous as a wailer, my cry for you
Swift as a racehorse, I run to you©RedCat
Strong as galeforce, my lust for you
Written for tonight’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse.
In Swedish the common swift is called a towersailer, due to their habit of nesting in church towers.
Did you know the common swift can reach speeds over 200km/h (124 mph) when plunging!
Read other Quadrilles by me here.