A gust of wind swept me away
And I lay alone, in utter dismay
As I sprawled on the hot, dry sand
I suddenly could feel a gentle hand

His eyes showed not pity but love
As the heavens opened from up above
He could see me writhing in pain
Even as he stood drenched in the rain

He reached out; only to find many a thorn
Flinched in pain, but he still held on
The sun rose then, above the sea calm
In each others’ arms we felt warm

I quivered however, when he drew me close
“On his shirt, would I be just another rose?”
But I blossomed when he opened the door to his heart
And I could hear his eyes say…
“Until death do us part”