A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her,
the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing,
she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate,
to love him, the way she always had known that art.
Never could she find, even one, however she tried,
thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?
she had to learn love transactions, eliminating thorns,
then, everything in place had fallen one by one.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
A cactus he loved, all he saw was beauty in her,
the fascinating patterns,were engagingly intriguing,
she sought his thorns, to naturally reciprocate,
to love him, the way she always had known that art.
Never could she find, even one, however she tried,
thorns weren't his attraction, was she disappointed?
she had to learn love transactions, eliminating thorns,
then, everything in place had fallen one by one.
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