The cactus seems the ideal lover;
It asks so little, bears a lot.
Adorable with colours,
ripe with fruit though dry and hot.
The cactus says to love it
making promises divine,
but those who choose to hug it
get a face full of its spines.
The cactus is not evil,
this is merely what it does.
Just keep your love away from it,
It is fine out in the sun.
I have never thought of a cactus that way! Great work!
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