Poems for the Sweetest of Ponies

[CPsSecretLover]

Why must the troubles of the world
Feel like they’ve fallen on my shoulders
When the one up above removed those troubles
As easily as he moved the boulder?

Why should a week covered in successes
Be plagued by a feeling of desolation
Why must a feeling of weary dread
Be my only compensation?

Ah, but love heals the restless soul
And with every gentle kiss you clear the toll

So no longer will I feel
Reduced by the grind
Because I can always keep
Your sweet love in mind

I will praise the Lord above
For each breath I take
And for every single dollar
He’s given me the talent to make

The weariness is all worth it to be with you
And oh, the joy of satisfaction, when this Earthly toil is through!