Love Like a Cactus

My love is not a fragile rose,

That wilts with time or fear it shows.

Not craving hands to tend each day,

Nor wilting when the skies turn gray.

A cactus stands through drought and storm,

Its strength is built in sun so warm.

No pleading cries for care or touch,

Yet thrives and grows with just as much.

No thorns to pierce the hands that stay,

No constant need to find a way

To shield it from the winds that blow—

It stands alone, yet still will grow.

It does not beg, it does not weep,

Yet in its heart, the love runs deep.

A quiet strength, a patient grace,

Not seeking praise, nor seeking place.

So let our love be firm, yet free,

Unshaken by adversity.

Not fragile blooms that fade so fast,

But like a cactus—built to last.