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How to Train Your Dragon pt I

He does not seek to clip my wings
or put me in a box {with things}
nor pin me down with diamond rings  
  
He listens, then he speaks his truth,  
an inner wisdom offers proof  
a tender tongue and ragged youth  
   
He writes of lore, crafts magic song  
discriminates 'tween right 'n' wrong  
A place to be and to belong  
   
He gives his heart, though broken shards  
I mend with gold, kintsugi hearts  
I gift mine too, a whole of parts  
   
He saves me from myself each day  
his gnosis clear, in life's bokeh  
and spoonifies my soubrique  
   
His soothing tones, they guide me home  
they free my mind from rust and bone  
unearthed my treasures under stone  
   
Breathes life into my lungs anew  
He shows me how his love is true    
No words, just actions full of proof  
   
Controls his chaosed eloquence    
perfectly controlled, a balanced mess  
a heart whose love is innocence    
   
Companion, lover, spirit guide    
Sees all I am, and all I hide  
Here in my core his soul abides
Sky_dancer
Written by Sky_dancer (The Cosmic Dragon)
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