(My) Desert Rose

They say it blooms once, every thousand years.
With little rain, like drops of tears.

It's color shines with a ruby red.
Alone, it's beauty in a land that's dead.

The heat of the sun could turn the sand into glass.
Still the Rose shines on, like you, my lovely lass.

In a time of uncertainty, your radiance holds bright.
A magical aura, a beautiful sight.

Much like the Rose, you hold your own.
Keeping your cool, in a blazing zone.

So stand there forever, and strike a pose.
My love, my darling, MY DESERT ROSE.

~Seph~



Painting by Sylvia Ji.