Poems for the Sweetest of Ponies

[CPsSecretLover]

The murky ink of night
Settles on the open plains
The howl of winter wind
A feeling of shallow distain

But hark, tis my love
Returning upon this night dreary
Knowing my heart is downtrodden
And my soul is weary

The comfort that she brings me
Is known only this eve
For every night after she
Shall bring a new relief

Nights are a precious thing
For lovers spending it together
Sacred as a wedding ring
Peace lasting now until forever

So let the Midwest freeze
Into another Ice Age return
As long as our togetherness
Allows our love to burn