Saddle Soar
I won't be the first cowboy
to chase a mare without reigns,
across wide and wild oat fields,
summer heat, and pouring rains,
and no one will be the last,
for Love's pursuit never ends.
No saddle sore can throw me off,
when Beauty my soul befriends.
Every dream's worth the chase.
Don't resist the one you love,
for she shall lift you to heights
that smile on you from high above.
. for public domain
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