The sands of time have stopped for you
woman of the desert
it may be more perfect to say they have encased you in earthen shrine
grain, wind, sun, and time
preserving dusked loveliness and strength even in endless dune
How I came to find such a wife is perhaps more proverbial than supernatural truth
for while your beauty is great
a prostitute can be purchased with a loaf of bread
and your beauty was built upon the sand
You would not settle for anything but that which was good
you would not turn and bare your chest
for anything less than another that would share the burden for the preciousness of the life of this arid land
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