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 have 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
Divinity Poetry 