Love blooms in the desert

Looking for love,
Sometimes feels like looking for water in the desert.
You never seem to find someone
Who can quite quench the thrist in your heart.
You may wonder looking until you get dazed and dehydrated.
Sometimes love is a mirage,
It seems to be real but in the end all it is,
Is your mind playing tricks,
But you want it so bad you can taste it.
Sometimes love burns,
A reaction so bad that you never want to feel its heat again
And the sunscreen of care that you used to protect youself feels so fake.
Love is like a desert rose, beautiful and rare.
Hard to find but when you do you find it was worth the wait.
So arm yourself for the desert,
Hoping to find the oasis of love whose waters refresh the soul
Which feed the heart with springs of Joy.