Vast distances awash in silvered dust,
Across the sandy dunes the horses trot.
Late coming now but soon to tarry here, 
Ere nighttime falls his band of men encamp. 
None dare to speak to him of memories past.
This feast day of Saint Valentine arrived
In gusting weather, blowing winds most ill. 
Now as the daylight dies the party rests.
Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green. 
Emotions never lost, still live within. 
Now rising up with dawn they break their fast,
In quiet conversation stories pass 
Thus letting those who know inform the rest,
No bringing up the subject to their chief.
Each year that passes he grows more morose, 
Less willing to speak out or even smile, 
And no one wishes to disturb his peace.
Vows made must not be broken in this world. 

Vows made must not be broken in this world,
And those to whom you make them are most dear.
Live on, as she would wish, is what he does,
Enduring empty days and sleepless nights.
Nearby was where they first bespoke their troth,
To always share their goals and build their lives. 
Indeed they passed a season there in peace,
Not knowing how the fates would end their dream. 
Endearing looks, enticing eyes of green.
Emotions never lost, still live within.
Now passing through this wilderness terrain,
It is a penance that he always pays. 
To know that she is in her lonely grave,
Now resting peaceful with the cactus plants.
Each time Saint Valentine is feted here, 
Like every year since first he buried her 
Again he kept his vigil here this day. 
Vast distances he travels without rest.