Wild At Heart
Written by Melissa Miller
Elegance, spirit, beauty, that’s what I see in his eyes feel in his heart and get from his stride.
Wild at heart, he floats by on invisible golden wings. Black mane flowing, black tail held high
his says to the world “Proud am I”.
Wild at heart, though he’s gentled by a soft voice a kind hand not all the strength in the land
can hold him back when freedom calls.
Wild at heart, I dream of the day we’ll never be apart. The clouds part at his command and
he worries not for the suns’ ray will always light his path. No amount of rain can stop him for
he is Prince—this most noble stallion.
Wild at heart, I remember the day—so cold—that we met our eyes locked, his beautifully
untamed mane obscuring one eye.
Wild at heart, as we drive away I need only close my eyes to see Latif riding the winds of time.
Wild at heart, I’ll wait the winter through and come spring fate will bring us together. I won’t
give up on him, lets hope he feels the same.
Wild at heart, galloping through meadows green you will see horse and rider totally free.
Joyfully I wonder how I never lived without his warm breath on my shoulder.
Wild at heart, though we remain strongly bonded he watches the leafs whirling by with fire in his
eyes, pricks his delicate ears at the slightest sound and fearlessly challenged stallions twice his size.
Latif never backs down for he will always be wild at heart.
Dedicated to Bud and Rhea Glibert, for the horses they bred that touched my heart.
