Riding on horses is perhaps a bit outmoded
Yet it holds its charm even in these times advanced
Particularly for the bubbling young looking forward
The ride smacks no longer of dense raging blood
But as well as of old
It is heavily scented
With warmth of the young in each other's arms
No declared duel inspired by inviting eyes
Nevertheless, duels very real stir up unabated
Both in broad daylight and in much-celebrated moonlight
In the magnetism emerging out of close-knit hearts
Even the speeding horses slow down their pace
In tune with choicest celestial harmonies
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