The Dragon and the OX

She is the dragon and I but a OX. We were meant to be as one. We are as one and ever shall be. Even unto the ages it shall be. Why, you ask ? 

She is the wisdom that tempers my judgment. When I am angered, she is the compassion that soothes my rage.

 If I am unhappy, she is the feather that tickles my neck.

 When I need to talk, she is my friend to hear my words.

 If I lose my way in the darkness, she is the light showing me out of despair, showing me the way up to the light. 

The touch of her hand can melt my soul to its core.Yet, with one look, she can inflame my passions to the point of infinity, then back to earth with just one word. 

I feel I am her protector, but her fierce wings are my shield against the worlds of time and space. 

We were born Eons ago with our souls entwined. Two hearts, one soul, against the sands of time. When we are reborn again, we will find each other, just as the seasons do. Flowing, ebbing, as the stars. Our love will guide us to each other, even if born worlds apart. For she is my Dragon, and I her Ox.