I think Tiny put it perfectly. It's humbling to know that such a beautiful animal that could kill us or outrun us, would allow us to bond with them.
With Henny, I know there's a bond between us. He looks to me for guidance and protection, a leader. His left eye looks down a little as a result of his head injury. If I walk to the left of him, he's a calm boy and keeps his head as close to me as possible. When I'm walking on his right, he tries compensating for his eye and as a result is more panic stricken trying to get a decent view on his left while also trying to keep an eye on me on the right. My heart feels for him.
I remember the night he got hurt. I stalled him alone with hay and water while I went to go get my horsey friend down the road and trying to not have a panic attack. Whenever we came back to check on him and call the vet, he called out to me the second he saw me. Tore my heart to pieces. He was alone, eyes twitching uncontrollably, and he could barely walk. He found comfort in me. He knew that I meant safety, and that is what he needed most at that time. Even though he could barely walk, he loaded up in that trailer because I asked him to. That's what I think is love to them. Doing something for you that they don't HAVE to. Following your guidance and instruction because they believe that is what's best for them.
There on the tips of fair fresh flowers feedeth he; How joyous his neigh,
there in the midst of sacred pollen hidden, all hidden he; how joyous his neigh