The Object of my Affection

When I was but a youngster,

I saw a flower growing wild in a meadow...

..and though it's beauty was clearly evident,

it's very existence is what swallowed me,

and I couldn't help myself,

for I yearned to take it home.

Little did I care that sequestured was not in it's nature,

still.....I wanted it.

When I was  an adolescent,

I spied a flower in a display shop...

..and though it's beauty gave grace to the day,

it's very circumstances overwhelmed me,

teaching me about myself.

For I yearned not, to posess it.

This flower had a price tag on it that I cared not to pay.

So, I savored it.

But now, I am a grown man,

and even still, I cherish the beauty of a flower.

For each and every type of beauty is unique, depending upon it's circumstances.

And that combined beauty is so very rare...

..and that specific knowledge is what finally showed me,

that there will always be another flower,

and if that flower were meant to be mine, and mine alone...

..Then, I would own it by now.