Falling sand.

Don't be so afraid to love, it is in death we cease to be, and in our time of living - love, so accordingly 

Its in our time of loneliness we seek to find our hearts content 
But fear of love, as such would render,  all that lonsome meant 

Love as wildly as the sands 
For they all matter beneath our feet, and so we walk the many miles, and non would claim defete, 

Love makes journey in our hearts, the hights of every mountain high,  and nothing but the beauty then, would come to part by eye,

Love as though you've never loved, nor touched the flesh with kindest hand - for unlike 
The love that lives forever, 
We to be still, the falling sand.