Like a cactus full of thorns,

Never been embraced, never felt warmh.

Like a cactus full of thorns,

Still with flesh, filled with a sea of yearning.

Like a cactus full of thorns,

I drove every touch away, fearing of being drunk dry.

And you came, bruising yourself, battling every wound.

So I gave, because you’re the only one who would dare.

Here to every thorn you touch,

Here to every drop of water I gave.