Brave bought a horse at noon,
it neighed like freedom,
strong and strange under sun.
Brave and the Beauty were to elope
into a better "maybe".

They had to cross a river
as lovers sometimes do.
Steed’s owner had warned,
‘Its mother feared rivers.
This one might too.’”

He looked at the horse. Then the river.
Then at his Beauty
Her dress catching wind like a future.

"If she flees tonight, will her daughter
dream of rivers too?
Is love a way out,
or something passed through?"

The river shimmered like doubt.
The horse pawed at the ground
He said-'return' and she fled.

He sat down and drank
the entire river in sips.
The steed flinched
trained on whips.

Some love stories are fire, some are storm,
and some just timid and stupid.