I hear the desert wind
Sweeping upon warm sands
Calling your name
Of which I alone can hear.
I picked the yellow rose
All alone in the desert,
Blessed with fragrant beauty
Placed there for you only.
The warm winds touch
My face with gentle breezes
Reminding me of your touch.
I see you from afar
Coming to greet my loving arms-
There I shall clasp a kiss
Upon your lips
As the winds diminish;
But yet the desert came alive
With all flowers of earth
As I kissed your lips
The desert wrote your name
In the past sands of my heart.