Let not our love be compared to
the rose, for Time shall surely
claim its crimson beauty.
Instead, let our love be
the sands of a vast desert,
that though the winds may
shift, shall remain eternal,
burning hot across the eons
as does my heart across this
great, terrible distance.
For you, the journey over the
dunes is made worth the heat and
flaying winds of doubt.
To be with you in the Oasis,
hand and heart intertwined,
our minds betwixt around each
other, is the truest love, for though
the abrasive wind shall always blow,
neither of us will ever bow to it.