Special charm

In your pride,

A special charm

In your stubbornness.

It's your nature,

It's not fake

Pride and grace of a young filly,

Your every move has its own way.

Sometimes you buck and test my hand,

Your spirit wild, refusing to yield.

I crave the struggle, breaking through,

Until your stubborn heart is healed.

You move me against my will that's the truth.

But in this fight, I find my peace,

And all you want from me is granted,

Your rebellion I'll never cease.

Oh, my wild filly,

When I see your eyes,

My heart just waits.

You rest on my lashes,

Soft like morning dew.

For you, I accept the stubbornness,

For you, it became my love.