O, to you, confessed my heart;
Roaming, my stallion canters
And I stand still and wait
For your capricious lips to part.
I forged an effort in desperate air
And obstinately sounded for
A sign that you are pleased
Or’ve been caused despair.
Shrinking intrepidly into the distance,
Without a corral to hold it close
No master to reign and close upon
That beast of wild persistence.
Drawn from your mouth, a pungent splendor;
Flowed truth warm and breathy.
In hand is beast, roped at last
And tranquil now, and caged once more.
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