SPEAKING OF LOVE...

My love for you
is like a flower
that will survive in the desert
needing no rain
For it is beyond the elements
and can survive all pain
It is that which breathes in my soul
It is that which murmurs in my heart
It knows not boundaries
And will not be denied
It has no fear
Though it fears losing you
But this I tell thee true
It is beyond me and you
For should I ever in a grave, still lie
My love, it will not die  

~Helena Fernz~