I feel there is so much left to tell her;
I feel I may burst if I keep this in.
I hope if I speak, it may compel her
To accept me so our love can begin.
I feel her grace when she enters a room;
I feel her presence seep into my soul;
I feel the power in all she can do,
And I feel how I need her, to be whole.
And under her power, I feel her love—
She's still the same, and I know she still cares.
She is the one that I always dream of,
That intelligent and wonderful mare.
She is a princess, but she is much more:
The mare that I love, the mare I adore.