As I gazed across the parched desert, I tried to lick my cracked lips but found my mouth as dry the desert before me. My skin was as dehydrated and wrinkly as a dried up old raisin. I scanned the desert again. Could there be any life in this dry, desolate, place? Continue reading
She’s a fountain in the desert.
Her love wells up until it overflows,
Bubbling out onto the parched desert.
Marriage is a journey,
Which together a couple makes
There is a winding dusty path
Which every couple takes.
It leads through meadows;
Full of beauty, joy, and life.
Dancing, splashing in field and stream
TOGETHER – UNITED; husband – wife.