strength, pride and refine?
Where do you start
where do you end
when you try to define
balance and sound?
Beauty beyond passionate words
Placed in her life,
Brought to her world.
The equinely mazaratti exists
in the paint Stallion of hers
The genuine gift.
His chest is out his ears perked fine
A long perfect swoosh
in rhythm from his behind.
A lazy bent leg, a relaxed and cool stance
So different from his electric dance.
He is beautiful, kind and strong
He will walk the walk and walk in hand
Willingly allow you to harness his head
Willingly desire for the touch of your hand.
He's thankful for your ride and brush
He knows your love and knows your cuss
But do not forget for one moment in time
First and foremost he is a stallion of fine line.
--Diva
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