Cynder of My Eye
Spyro searched the hallways looking for Cynder. His heart thumping rapidly with nervous and love for the ebony dragoness. It had been three years after the two dragons defeated the dreaded Dark Master. For days he had been trying to figure out a way to tell Cynder how much he loved her. When he finally found her, he smiled and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.
"Hey, Cynder."
Hey, Spyro," Cynder said returning the gesture with her own.
"I've something to tell you," he said with a smile. It's time to make my move. "I've been able to explain the feelings I had for over the past three years, but now I'm ready to now."
"What is anyway?" the black dragoness asked cocking her head to one side.
"It's a masterpiece of rhythm and rhyme that tells about my feelings for you."
"Well, let me here it!" Cynder said. "I'm sure it's an awesome gift."
"Okay," Spyro took a deep breath and began to recite a poem
You're the Cynder of my eye
Who dreamed, soared, and loved to fly
Every word and smile that escaped your lips
Lifted me up so high
After I saw you in the moon lit sky,
You're the Cynder of my heart
Who kept us together and never apart
The caress of your body against mine
Made our hearts and our tails intertwine
You loved me through the good and bad
And smacked me back into reality whenever I was mad
You're the Cynder of my soul
My infatuation for you had no role
As I yearned to believe in your words, "I love you"
I want to dig to the depths of your love that dwells in your soul
Like a curious underground mole
You're the Cynder of my eye
You're the Cynder of soul
You're the Cynder of heart
I love you, Cynder
"Oh, Spyro! That was so beautiful. Did you write that for me? "
Spyro nodded and Cynder hugged in a suffocating embrace. Spyro was surprised by her sudden movement, but he smiled knowing that he had finally admitted his feelings for her.