With wind gently massaging thru her golden curls...
While'st on horseback many mens heads were turned by this girl's french good looks.
Up and down and up and down she did land on horseback ever so gently...
This ride was gentle and smoother than a Rolls Royce or even a Bentley.
She and her emotions got tumbled and stirred...
She was as wild as a cat in heat that really goodly purred.
Into that beautiful sunset did she ride....
Happly upon her only transport sport, high and mightily tight astride.
Her horses style doth do beguile...
Love at last since long been awhile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the interest that this is..........naaa just me mind makin' it.....nicely done Sir