I did not want them to die;
the flowers, or you and I.
I never picked them before you,
for fear that they would soon be gone.
Preferring to leave them for all others,
to the sun and shadow, come what might be.
They weren\'t meant for the likes of me.
You made me see that it was only a moment;
precious, beautiful, not meant to last long.
Worth it for the exquisite burst of beauty.
Rarity, instantaneous meaning,
feeling so alive if only for a moment.
That magnificent moment spent with you.
Worth a lifetime.
Why would I try to stay growing & untouched forever?