The land looked so strange to me,
Mountains circling all around.
And burning sands, far as you could see,
There was no fertile ground.
How is it then, I love it so,
I've found this to be true.
It broke my heart when I had to go,
I guess on me it grew.
My heart is back, in those lonely arid lands,
And it refuses all my pleas.
It stayed in the Mojave's desert sands,
I lost it there you see.
10/1/11 Alton Texas
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We've all lost our hearts to someone. Beautiful writing, you've said it all in the words many of us can't.