Crisp air of autumn,

Cool breeze drags gentle fingers through hair hopelessly twined,

Firey colored leaves chatter below my feet ,

It is a field that hold my peace of mind. 

A mane of white sleet,

Liquid brown eyes gaze through time to my very start,

Hooves thunder across rich, grassy, earthen ground.

Horse of my heart.

With personality befitting a king,

A mind cunning and smart,

I find happiness cascading from my inner spring.

Through thick and thin,

We work and play,

Sometimes, you just may be my stubborn twin.

No amount of words can weigh,

The amount of smiles you make to light my day.

Golden creature of fields stained crimson, you made an art,

Of chasing away all things dark and gray,

You truely are the horse of my heart...