And That's Love Poem by Ravi Kopra

When I ride my horse
white with dark brown patches
over his mane, sides, eyes
he knows me well
my body, legs, weihgt, posture
smell and what I am thinking that day.

When he senses I am sad, he strides slow
takes me under the shade of trees overlooking
the lake that has roses of sharon trees
along its borders blooming with red, white, pink
bunchy flowers where humming birds hum in the air,
and where the wild ducks, fish and geese
swim in the still lake calmly,
he pauses there, waits for my clues.

And when he knows I am happy
my lover is coming to see me from Paris
and stay with me from thanksgiving
to christmas till new year day holiday, he trots
gallops around and walks like a billionaire.
Perhaps he senses my harmones too
they always change when he is coming to see me.

We are in partnership. We know each other well.
We give each other company. Solace in grief
happiness in merriment day to day.
And that's love. It is magical.