Charisma, My Friend, My Spirit Love

The guiding star in my life, that guides me through the night and shines bright even through the day In the stable of life, we are awaited by all manner of unruly stallions and bucking broncos—and none of these times, these hurdles, these people grasping at us to waste ourselves rolling in their hay, not a one can compare or take a winning inch in the race away from the lovely that roams my pasture hart free: Charisma! I sway at his name in reverie Strong and strong minded, a winner of noble breed and better, of nobler soul indeed! See his coat shine in its dark majesty like a wet black bough—that star on his head blooms clear like a flower. Is he enlightened? A sage? I savor the peace between us and I'm gently compelled to think so. Like a saint, he deserves all of the adoration in this world, and for as long as he'll have me, I will shower him with my love.