The Steamy Desert
Hiding behind words you ask the questions in my mind
Do you answer with your heart, or are you just too kind
Taking me to places in rhyme where I am lost
Finding myself yours no matter what the cost
Would you be my lover if we met face to face
Or is it so much easier keeping up this pace
Of friendship between words, caresses in a verse
Is this as we call it a gift, or somehow a masked curse?
For sometimes when the Darkness falls, we must surrender, take what is ours, and give what we can, and always remember love is somewhere waiting...