My heart murmurs it's recognition of you, with a familiar sigh,
As a tear wipes dry the face upon which it is bejeweled.
Bridled, taught, in passion's embrace;
Flailing hair and stallion eyes wild; Nostrils flared.
Trampling love underfoot and then bemoaning it's loss.
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