Sahara and me

Dusts grains in Sahara deserts
all 30 millions of quadrillion of them
laughed loudly about my love:
-Your love is just a small whirlwind
among vast space of emptiness,
as million other such emotions,
and soon I gluten them 
and you lose out without any traces,
even Hayam and Immrulkaice
clearly knew about this truth.

--No,  -- I told, -- to Sahara desert --
you are great and imminent,
who can argue against it?

But my life and love much greater than yours.
I am born from whirlwind of Multiverse,
Sahara and Earth itself is only
vanishingly smallest spot on Heaven,
while my love occupied and originated
such tremendous and great multitudes
worlds, spaces, times and transendecies
that your probability, choice and space
its only a handful of dry and polished by times grains
in my toyish dust-cloak,
which used to measure daily routine deals and schedules. 

-Its ridiculous, - hated against me great Sahara
wounded exactly to her hot and lifeless heart, -
you are just a product of dust and clay
how could you bet with me?

-Not at all - answered I to Sahara,
I am product of  this enormous universe
even my body,  every atom of it,  come to me
and collected from entire universe.

-Yes, -  exactly like me, agreed with me Sahara,
every grain of my dust also  come to me,
as every atom of your body from entire universe,
as product of  13.7 billion years of  cosmic evolution.
So why you in such proud and haughtiness talled upon me?

-Because secret of life and love much greater,
than secret of origin all material objects and things in universe,
we are product of energies immortal and  eternal
from which everything originated,
transformed from one another 
and returned again to nothing
which born everything, again and again 
and those who fell in love
and thirst so to kisses and hugs
know perfectly well about it
and discerns perfect logic in all of them. 

-Of course, you are right, -
agreed with me Sahara desert, -
so run quickly to meet with you love
until I not changed my thoughts
and not closed yours way
with raged deserts storm
in my great jealousy to you.
Let yours beloved
 who adored so
be proud and worth
to such respects and greatness.