Title: Desert Rose
Subtitle: My Lovely Lady
Author: Me!
Genre: Angst, Songfic
Characters: Vader
Summary: A sad little ficlet about Padme using Sting's 'Desert Rose'
I dream of rain
I dream of Gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand.
I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire
This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this
Padme was a rare beauty, I remember her so. She was like the butterfly that flits gently from flower to flower, and as a butterfly, I could never capture her. But as the beautiful Padme Amidala, I could ignore her butterfly beauty, and hold her to me and never let her go.
And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of Gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skys above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love
I loved her, I LOVED her, yet she was turning me away for a good reason. I didn't want to listen, I begged her to acknowledge her love for me, but she could not, until faced with death. She was my lovely lady, even then a woman I'd die for.
I dream of rain
I dream of Gardens in the desert sand
I wake in pain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this.
My lovely lady haunted me during the wars, staying in the back of my mind like the sight of her at our secret wedding. She wore a dress of lace, my angel, and I felt the world in the palm of my hand. Love, such a sweet thing, how it tortured me for so long.
Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of the fall
My lovely lady, how you torture me now. How I feel your life between my fingers still, whenever I torture another man like I must have tortured you, trying with your dying breath to save me. How I curse my ignorance now, how I curse the tears that I shed for you, salty and bitter, filled with the pain of the knowledge that you, my lovely lady, are gone.