I Thy life is a desert, dreary and dull. But a flower has sprouted, from the dust. It is so beautiful, yet so fragile. Ye are my love my one and only lust. But life threatens to part this love from us. And death finds ye despite my urgent pleas. Thy grief overwhelms me to die I must. Life from meadow to desert fate decrees. My love for thee is eternally ye’s For ye are mine-whole life and soul of me. Though now thy life is in deaths gentle ease. I shall love ye through out long life’s mis’ry Thee desert has come more dull than before But I know ye be watching evermore. Jim Aman