Poems for the Sweetest of Ponies

[CPsSecretLover]

As the band strikes up another tune
You can wonder why you’re alive
Or you can wander ‘neath the sterling moon
‘Till four in the morning, perhaps five

I consign myself to the midnight walk
To calm my fraying nerves
Until I can hear an angel talk
And gaze upon her heavenly curves

What is this; not a divine messenger I see
But a mortal mare, beautiful and bold
I fear that when I speak my name, when she sees me
Her demeanor will grow suddenly cold

But she has a heart of pure platinum
And she gazes past my mask
Her inner beauty strikes me deaf and dumb
Her kindness was too much for me to ask

She gave of her time and self freely
Such a rare trait in a cold world
Our time would be eternal, ideally
Our love affair forever to unfurl

However, this is all speculation
Metaphorical, if you will
Because to even risk an altercation
Of the heart would be a bitter pill

But would it be better to chance
To swallow that vile elixir
Just to receive one dance
Just a moment of bliss with her

It is that which I ponder
On nights where starlights gleam
Shall I rendezvous with her yonder
In the paradise of my dreams

Or should I forever be a wallflower
Protect my fragile ego
How high could love tower
How far could we go

That is the question
Of the hesitant bachelor
But we all know the suggestion
Is to go forth and ask her

It is for that bravery that I am most thankful tonight