Your love is that of rain

The roots of my heart quenching your vital sustenance

Once a desert of oblivion

A single acacia stood limber

Dry rot infesting the trunk of my disposition

Birds vacant upon the branches of my shoulders

Continuous mental sandstorms battering my bark

Peeling away, exposed to the elemental destruction of the sun

Desolate lumber for which I had embodied

In the fullness of time, clouds commence among the skies

Bringing not only cognitive shade, but my first touch of water

An aerial entity casted out, blanketing the entirety of my desert

Fictitious emotions of bliss and growth start to become a reality

Her rainfall soaking within the soil of my roots

Stowed upon my presence, lays an infinite oasis of love