Poems from a Purple Pony

Once to the end, twice as close as friends.

I hope the long trek will never end.

Three times we've met passionately, four times we've shared those memories innately.

We live these times happily.

Five times we've gone for a bite, and six times we've made up a fight.

We are each other's light.

Seven times we've cuddled, eight times I've been left befuddled.

The affection remains unmuddled.

Nine times we've had battles with shoes, and ten times we've exchanged "I love you's".

And it's always true.

Eleven times we've stargazed, and twelve times it was her that I amazed.

Our love remains unfazed.

Thirteen times I've warned her to stay away, and fourteen times I've let her astray.

The things I regret every day.

Fifteen times I've stood by her grave,

Sixteen times I have remembered what, to me, she gave.

My heart feels an empty cave.

Endless times I have wept, and forever, her heart, I have kept.

To reach the stars above, she...slept.

I will not sever, the bonds that hold us together.

Because I will love her.

Forever.