My Love

Like a horse winning a Kentucky Derby,

You’re a prize lady sweet as honey.

Your graces are like trained stallions,

Your eyes are like gold medallions.

I long to know your kindred spirit

And sing you songs of lovely lyrics.

As a stallion meets its thoroughbred mare,

So my heart yearns for a cordial affair.

As owners view a horse’s physique,

Your curves has a certain mystique.

As a horse gallops over dewy plains,

My heart loves kisses in misty rains.

As ponies purpose is to breed in time,

My offspring is yours, if you’ll be mine.

Darrel Venable

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