I Am Not Cactus

I am a common man content with who I am.
I work a common job — I have no travel plans.
My little corner of the world is all the beauty that I need.
You’ve seen my garden from your bus stop every day.
I’ve seen you watching as I water my array.
I’ll cut a rose for you the next time that I think I’ve caught your eye.
I know what happens next — I’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.
I’m not cactus — I’ve got no thorns to protect myself from you.
But I’ve got hands to work the soil — loving hands that know just what to do.
But I don’t know how to begin…
Please don’t hurt me — I am not cactus.
My roses need a lot of care to grow and thrive.
They’re not like cactus who need nothing to survive.
And cactus needles make you sorry that you ever got so near.
I know what happens next — I’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.
I’m not cactus — I’ve got no thorns to protect myself from you.
But I’ve got hands to work the soil — loving hands that know just what to do.
But I don’t know how to begin…
Please don’t hurt me — I am not cactus.
You took my flower, but what’s this I recognize?
Beneath your smile I see fear in your eyes.
Could I be guilty of not seeing past my insecurity?
You know what happens next — you’ve seen this one before.
Two lovers find each other, but lose themselves in wanting more.
We’re not cactus — we’ve got no thorns to protect ourselves from love.
But we’ve got hands to work the soil — loving hands are what we]re dreaming of.
Could this be how it begins?
Sit beside me — I am not cactus.