Rooted in Sand

You never loved while loved you were,
but this, my plight, did educate.
The month I lived will be your life,
and all you know, and all your strife,
while I will love and loved will be
and strife is all that you will see.

Did you not see how deep my love
did root itself? But you'll not know
such love again; not love from men.
Deeply rooted in such fine
barren sand made it easy
to uproot; but it's not dried out.

And it's not for you, but future...
while you live merely for the present.