In a world of roses,
I found her, a cactus.

Unlike roses, with thorns
around a masterpiece,
I fell for a cactus,
that had thorns all over.

The roses, they lured me.
But the cactus, she cured me.

I was a dead, dreary drought,
and she could bloom flowers in it.
I was a famished, fatal famine,
and she could survive through it.

We were both a perfect
pair of imperfections.

- Landlocked Sailor