Here come the Baobabs

I can't say I feel like St Exupery's main character
but I do at times, why deny it?
Roaming this Planet, looking for who knows what
tripping the light fantastic
spinning the rock

Then, I saw this rose
she has grown full, red, plump petals
with glass and steel thorns
from which you could make
the deadliest and strongest razor wire
but her petals
gentle, tempting and sultry
make me feel like home

It is almost unreal
how her beauty makes me dizzy
the bull in me awakened
huffing, puffing

I have the arms to make her shelter
as she sinks her face in my chest
as my hands surround her definitively
and the thorns surrender
and become something like a soft, warm, tender peach

I let my walls fall and crack
tumbling desperately crushed to my feet
they are rendered useless
for we have shared our fears and weaknesses
invented kisses and built bridges with hugs

I look in her eyes and I see the world
and when she kisses my lips
and whispers my name
I know I'm finally home

Love is a geometrical shape
I do not understand.