Poems from a Purple Pony

A dream is a wish,

A hopeful desire of the heart.

But dreaming is lavish,

And a difficult to master art.

I'd never expected to be a dreamer,

Not once in my lifetime.

But I never thought it would come time...

That I would dream of her.

Pink mane, pink coat, smiles to match,

A figure that my heart couldn't help to attract,

Glimmering globules of innocence sparkling in her eyes:

My affection for her is no surprise.

Sugary sweet kisses,

Ones that my heart often misses,

When she isn't around,

Grace my mind when I'm out of town.

An unpredictability ponified,

A pony for which nothing is justified...

It is truly a wonder what happened inside,

When I looked at her and saw love reside.

A talent at baking unlike any other,

And an afternoon of kisses that nearly smother,

There's one thing as clear as the sky:

Something impossible to deny.

Though dreams are something I do not divulge in,

The hearts' desires are what I do believe in,

And the heart does not lie...

It knows that I love Pinkie Pie.

Talkative, hyper and confusing as she may be,

She's exactly who's important to me.

She is my everything, my only way to see,

She is my lifetime, my eternity.

A dream is a wish, but she is a dream come true:

A love between both a 'me' and a 'you'.

I may not be a dreamer, but one thing is for sure:

Without her, I am lovesick...but she is the cure.