Humour

My wife loves cacti and succulents, 
but to me it doesn't make any sense. 
Those cacti seem to be a little vindictive 
The spines poke my skin each time we meet. 
 
The succulents seem to love and adore her 
Because when their dying she is their rescuer 
They love the sound of her voice as she speaks 
O I think I'm a little jealous, what a freak! 
 
She's always thinking about her beautiful plants 
We can't enjoy our vacation or simple romance. 
Why would she choose her plants over me? 
I am in a quandary, can't you all see? 
 
Her attention I need and she know it's a must 
If we spend quality time, she will gain my trust. 
Because it's me she loves and not the darn plants 
I guess I'm satisfied with her "I love you" glance.