The silver Pegasus was strong and bold
A coat of luxury and rich spun silk
A shimmering mane and grand hooves of gold
She-the beaut-producer of such fine Milk
So rare; unique-a wonder uncompared
I could not tear away mine eyes in love
So proud-the strength she holds-of which she aired
Her presence, radiance-held high above
She cannot be breached, in all that she is
For she defines the true beauty in all
Bend the knee in her company and kiss
The ground so tenderly with lips so small
All things hence will be empty to these eyes
She is my night; my sunset; my sunrise
