Caballo de Paso Fino
Your elegance and pride rivet our eyes on you
If only there was a man nearly as noble as you
You dance gracefully as if in tempo to a Peruvian waltz
You strut and prance arrogantly back and forth
In an intricate dance...one can´t help but stare
Poetry in motion, you love the merited attention
I walked up tentatively to stroke your mane
At first you shied away haughtily
I grew bolder and softly scratched your forehead
Abruptly I walked away to another corner
Sure enough you came forth...hooked
I whispered sweet nothings in your ear
Your soulful eyes bespeak your pure spirit
You rub your cheek against my bare arm
Those around might think we´re in love
With the assuredness of exploring a new lover
I caress your neck and back to discover...
And to map your contour as if my territory
You are a dandy that´s for sure
A superb, fine specimen of your kind
A dignified ambassador of our culture
We looked at each other upclose
If only man was nearly as noble as you
What kind of world would this be?
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