Swift Gazes. Sparkling Strides.
Intensity, entombed within a veneer of fragility. The quite beauty of elegant subtlety.
Strength, Intelligence, Compassion, Devotion.
Hidden traits of a character. So joyous to behold.
Words have never failed me...but in this I lie.
Pray tell, how does one describe beauty so absolute?
A character so sound, an image so complete.
I despair!
Purity in sloping shoulders. Purity in the swallows neck.
Purity, shining. Radiance undiminished, from a face untarnished.
Purity of heart, pure in mind.
It is said of the asil: "High carriage marks the noble."
In you I see royalty. Floating.
An ethereal eternity of wonderment.
You stand aloof. A sun, among the stars of day.
Moon of the cloudless night.
There is no pedestal!
In baraka there is beauty and you my friend, are blessed beyond parity!
Jealousy marks my lot.
I can but hope.
I can but wait and hope.
- The Arab Horse
