With her needle of a spine
Most foes are so inclined
To keep away, for if they stay
Their demise will be resignedHer guard is of the essence
She seeks no convalescence
She’s been embattled, and has not rattled
Her strength is her acceptance
He is of the barren land
Dry unlike her fluid stand
This arid domain, a desolate terrain
Yet she thrives in this land
Most succumb to the heat and hate
She’s chosen to ignore the bait
Beyond the highest mountain
Her love’s an endless fountain
My cactus, in the desert of my fate
