Love in the language of horses

 I found a little colt; wild, handsome, solid, true.

I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood.

I'd feed him sugar cubes and get him to trust me;

he would until I asserted my own will.

Then off he ran tail flagging to the farthest reaches of my acres.

He'd wander back looking for that sugar; 

knowing I loved him; not wanting to yield.

I found a man who matched me--not an easy thing.

I brought him home thinking I would just get to know him; suddenly he was in my blood.

I gave him all my sweetness, and I hoped he trusted me.

But I asked and asked and asked one more time.

Away he flew and I thought we were done.

But he wandered back looking for that same sweetness.

He wanted that sweetness but feared it made him weak.

With the colt I take my time.

We take forward steps then we take a couple of steps back.

With the man I also take my time.

I know now two wills, one relationship, means compromise.

That little horse, it came time to ride him.

No easy task. 

Trust is still so give-and-take; we're still finding our way.

And that man? 

The journey may be long but he's what I've sought out.

The journey may be long, but no end do I desire.

That man's a lot, oh, yes, he is, but his lot equals mine.

We are finding our way.