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.