Her custom was to fly from tree to tree;
‘Twas only for to rest her weary bones.
She flew beneath the forest canopy,
In search of love amidst its many thrones.
She did not understand the mystery
That weighed upon her heart like many stones.
Yet Dragons have an inner fortitude
And wish they were the ones to be pursued.
One day she stopped and perched upon a limb.
The story changes here you may have guessed.
A Dryad happened there and said: “How grim:
You seem to have a weight upon your chest.”
The Dryad was so beautiful and prim,
The Dragon said: “please sit with me and rest.”
A short time passed and soon the two had kissed.
The Dryad said: “you’re mine, this I insist.”
The women fell in love that special day,
Their love had solved the age old mystery.
On the Isle of Mytilene they would say,
Ignore the judgments of society.
As true love blossoms like a bright bouquet,
The greatest loves go down in history.
So damn the minions tearing love apart;
Who is to judge the matters of the heart?
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
with love & light~ Desire~*~
enough said..excellent poem as I can always expect from you 
