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⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅A Dragons Heart⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅

With every chime of the clock tower's bell,

The old man climbed, as if under a spell.

And at the top, he called out with all his power,

To the dragon who he loved, every hour.

An old man with a heart so kind and true,

Believes in me, a dragon, as if I were his crew.

He looks upon my scales with such fondness in his eyes,

And in his gentle touch, I feel his love and his surprise.

He sees beyond my fearsome form and fiery breath,

And knows that in my heart lies love, not death.

For though I may seem fierce and wild,

His trust in me has tamed me, like a child.

He tells me stories of his youth, and I listen with delight,

For his words are like a soothing balm, that calms my fright.

And when the night descends, and stars adorn the sky,

He looks up at me, and I know his love will never die.

For in his heart, I am more than just a beast,

I am a friend, a companion, a protector, at least.

And though our worlds may seem so far apart,

His love has made a home in my dragon heart.

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