Horses

How would it all be different if you were
Where I would , in my weakness, have you be?
Would you be just as comfortable to me
As I imagine, and I would prefer,
Or would some unexpected change occur,
Inspired by a new proximity,
Making what seemed to flow so easily
Become a chore, or worse? I can't be sure.
But I believe, without a proof, that you
Would be the same as you are here, when there;
That all that would have changed is where you are.
And to speak truth, I think that if I knew
That wouldn't happen, that I would still dare
To wish on you as on a shining star.