I had the last dance with you,

beneath the moon’s soft golden glow,

Two lonely doum palms together,

where only desert breezes know.

We fell in love with each other,

our roots entwined beneath the sand,

Whispering secrets to the stars,

two souls, one heart, one promised land.

Our last dance should last forever,

swaying slow in time’s embrace,

Bound by love that will not wither,

nor the wind nor years erase.

A love as shallow as the roots of the palms—enduring, unshaken, forever.