Fluttershy Love Poem

Her tail is as soft as a pillow,
as with her mane.
Her smell is of meadows;
these are her domain.

I want her,
She wants me,
Her body to share,
My bride-to-be.

Her gentle tone,
Her gentle nature
Encourages me to loan
My soul forever.

It's meant to be
Me and Fluttershy.
My bride-to-be
My Fluttershy.

I married her,
And she married me.
I was from Earth,
But it didn't stop me.

Ponies didn't approve.
They ridiculed us.
I didn't move
From my only lust.

Author;s Note: Well, here it is! Tell me if you want more!