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© White Dragon of Summer
Loves First Light
Loves First Light
Loves First light,
Has crept upon,
Earths blue sky,
a beautiful dawn.
Each Day A loves embrace,
Each day a different place.
First hearts core,
Then its soul.
Making ones pure love whole.
Such sweet nectar,
Such sweet dreams.
Such as I have never seen.
For I hold love in my hand.
So pure and free I cant withstand.
A love so right, so pure, so free.
A love that was meant to be.
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Beauty
Beauty
Skin so soft,
face so new.
How is it beauty bestowed this on you.
Standing there tall,
proud unafraid to become.
A strong minded woman,
both beautiful and young.
Her face yet so slender,
her thoughts so unique.
She could stop any man, from speech.
A smile that's so plesent.
Eyes brown and soft.
Her beauty is beyond all concentration,
Nothing aloft.
Her smoothness is beyond all doubt.
How they sparkle,
How they shine,
How they make everything sublime.
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Dragon Heart
The dragon hoping it's mate is true
Gives it's love, hopes, dreams to it's mate
Together they thrive,
Thrive with a passion
A fire, a Spark, a Flame, a Blaze
Their feelings unite, the two become one.
But all was not said, all was not done.
The mate becomes wary, another dragon comes.
The dragon whose love he had given.
Tried to stop the relationship from living.
He tried to keep her the best of his might.
But she soon strayed away from his sight
The dragons it's dreams shattered to pieces
The dragons its hopes were ripped to shreds
He hoped she would come back,
She left him for dead
The dragons love was not broken but cracked
Now waiting for time to keep it intact.
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White Wolf
A white wolf is shot,
It's in pain, pain.
It is not dead even though,
Though the shot is through the heart.
The wolf screams, it screams,
But it comes out as a howl, a howl.
The wolf is mourning.
Its soul is gone.
It has nothing, nothing.
Its love is gone, its love broken.
The wolf's mate lies dead.
There is no way to bring her back.
No turning back.
The wolf becomes lone.
He howls at his loss.
He is dying on the inside.
From the bullet, and the heartache.
The wolf cries,
It cries in its wake.
It might live.
But he'd never be the same
A shadow of his former self.
Not as careful or loving but scared and alone.
He is to live a wounded life.
His mate gone forever.
How he wishes it were not true.
How he wishes he could bring her back.
But he can't and lies there wounded forever.
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Purple Pride
He flies, he glides
He sways and falls
He rises tall.
Amongst them all he flies.
He is the fastest and the strongest
He flies with dignity
He flies with pride
He flew with me side by side
He out manuvered you and me
And now all of us can see
What a dragon can truly be
That purple dragon so proud you see.
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