As I was walking in the desert,
With nothing but mirages to look at,
The desert of love and all affection,
I was sure I wasn’t headed in the right direction,
The sandstorms blew making me ill,
But the love in my heart was deep, deeper still.
Everything around me was brown,
Only a shade away from the color of love,
How I wished I had known,
Before into the sea of suffocation I dove,
I could have dug for water if only I had a drill,
But the love well proved to be deep, deeper still.
Suddenly I saw a date tree,
With the wind whistling through it full of glee,
All the grapes were ripe and looked juicy,
I didn’t need a bell for me to get busy,
I bit into a date but it was as dry as dust from a sill,
I knew I had to bite deep, deeper still.
I was not that much of age,
Hence I was sure it was a mirage,
I ran towards the oasis leaving everything I had,
I didn’t see a sand hole on my victory road,
As I fell in, a voice from behind a sand hill said,
Though many venture to find out; the real meaning of love is more than you will ever know,
It is deep, deeper still.