Poems for the Sweetest of Ponies

[CPsSecretLover]

Why can’t I be a dashing troubadour
And write you sweet love songs
There is no sweeter one a song could be meant for
Why can’t I express that my love is strong

How I’d love to sweep you off your hooves
Give you excitement that you desire
Just so much as thinking it proves
That my passion for you is still on fire

What I’d give to be the type of fetching Casanova
That you could show off to your friends
To be able to take you on that all-inclusive trip to Genoa
And look out from a shore where it seems the Mediterranean never ends

Oh, to be able to toast to your good looks
With a glass of vintage champagne
But even though I have no such luck
You are still beautiful just the same

I can’t wine and dine you like a millionaire
And to my eyes my appearance isn’t much
But I can still tell that you care
In the gentle caress of your touch

So money is nothing
It is of no consequence
Because there’s nothing that wealth could bring
That approaches your magnificence

I’m a wealthy man when you hold me close
And hold your sweet lips near to mine
And even though I can’t do it justice in prose
Each and every second with you is divine