living in the gloom, surrounded by sand.
however shall I find a thriving oasis,
a relieving place to free me from this stasis.
Am I stuck in this hole to wander alone?
Is this the place I have been sown?
what is this beautiful flower? a Rose?
rare glory deserving of great prose.
how can something so divine be here?
know this marvelous gain is you my dear.
feels like a dream to find a woman so fair
in a place where such things come so rare.
you are a God given gift so far above the norm,
worth holding on to through every trial, trouble and storm.
how did I ever deserve this treasure? my Rose.
