Love is a magical song

carried on a summer's breeze;

It dances under rays of sun

and whispers through the trees.

Love can be a thunderstorm

with dazzling bolts of light;

Traveling on a mystic wind,

it takes your heart to flight.

Love is walking through the leaves

that crackle 'neath your shoes;

on a blust'ry autumn day

love's reddish-golden hues.

Love is the sparkling white

of freshly fallen snow;

Envelops you in snowflake kisses

'neath the mistletoe.

Love is a delicate flower

blooming in your soul;

It opens up to touch your heart

and leaves you feeling whole.

Love is sparked by a lover's touch

then turns a roaring fire;

The passion burns inside us all

if we give in to desire.

From shadows he flies on dragons wings......

searching, the world for his mate.

with every glance his heart dies more......

Is he the last? Is this his fate?

To die and never to have loved...........

never to touch or be embraced?

to continue he has tried...........

for he is the last of his race.

Atop a mountain he has flown,

and one last look he takes....

but there is nothing, no one there

even emptiness has gone.

Lifting his wings to the sky

a loud moaning roar he makes

his heart crying out in sadness

not a single route to take

Now he knows that he has failed

in this lonely world of pain

ending all would be too sweet

as there is nothing more to gain.

Lowly dragon once so proud

has fallen so far from grace

If only someone knew his heart

or the pain upon his face.

Then in the night comes a rustle

the flapping of distant wings

yet, at first he does not hear it

he is thinking of other things.

She was searching the world over

so hard looking for her mate.....

he cannot believe it's happening

could this truly be his fate?

She flaps her wings on the mountain

his cries of pain she has heard....

and she smiles at him so sweetly

there is no need to say a word.

He enfolds her in his wings

giving her a warm embrace

he listens to his heart sing

the survival of their race