Will I?


Love when there is no hope

When towns are torn, and cities run to the ground

For love is the desert rose

Pleases the eye, but makes you feel the sting

I will love you even when the summers end, the harvest dies and takes away the wind, even when its cold and I can no longer feel my toes

For love is hope, love is my desert rose

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