ROMANCE
R revealing himself to the world, as they stand in still awe.
O obviously perfect in every way, he prances about in stillness.
M mane and tail flying, he has been carefully captured and placed in a wonderful delight.
A another would not be any less lucky to have seen him, touched him, caught his gaze.
N never again would I find something as hypnotically beautiful as Romance
C Ceasing to exist, I could die happy at last, knowing that I would never have to save a space.
E ever dream of pure bliss? You would have found it had you seen Romance and his great gait.
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Romance...
Nothing in the world could hardly begin to describe the elegant and complex beauty of such a wonderful little horse.
His stance is places so carefully, each step full of meaning and awe, his gaze cruious and sure, set on the horizon.
Lady Rose, Hope, and even the dainty white Arabian fall for his beauty and grace, so perfect in every way.
Love and passion burn for one word, one perfectly placed, lingering memory of one passionate, wonderful word.
The way his eyes and his pure beauty are second to none says it all, he screams one million words with no sound, not a peep.
His mane, tousled and free flowing like five hundred strands of silk.
His tail, impurely white, flows like five hundred more strands of silk.
His clean cut, strong legs balance him upon two, he trots so slowly with the illusion of speed.
Perfectly placed, each step he takes grants him a higher form of beauty and grace.
But unlike any other horse, mythical or not, he has been casted perfect in every way.
Not one mustake can be found upon his skin deep surface, painted ever so carefully.
His eyes are beautiful, going on forever with a wide ice blue beauty to be seen.
He show-boats his intelleligance, his ebauty, his grace and lovely, sweet, Romance.
now, if you havent already guessed, Romance is a horse..A model horse no less, so, heres a picture of him (also in my siggy)
