The Garden in a Cardboard box

In an attempt at pursuing the selfless part of loving someone, 

I clearly neglected the selfish bit. 

I was never all that great at taking, 

because taking led to greed.

Greed scared me because of my observations of others taking,

while others do not have the option.

It might be a nice act, 

acknowledging that some do not have the right to indulgence, 

and willing it from yourself. 

I would never take such liberties with you as to posess you in such a way.

See, 

it is my strong belief that souls were made to be admired.

To cage one by calling it mine would be a crime.

So the same as creating a garden for experimentation on plants. 

Taking a bit of something massive as the jungle, for instance,

and harboring it. 

While the vines feel coveted by the scientists, 

they long to feel the sweet independence that they were placed 

not in the arms of scientists for,

but the earth itself. 

They were not made for anyone's knowledge,

but to produce oxygen for whomever may need it amongst them.

They grew to be a pathway for monkeys, 

and while those scientists shelter them,

they'd rather be the home of the less-than lively sloth.

The habitat is controlled, 

but so is their life purpose. 

They will not gain the strength of having been used

by so many other creatures before.

They will only know the caress of a butterfly's eyelashes.

While those eyelashes may feel so fluttery and delicate,

they will be too.

Those vines were not itended to be owned as lab rats,

and this experiment gone wrong is an outraging injustice. 

When the juice in them dries out, 

there is no reviving it.

There are just some things that science cannot replicate. 

You truly are one of them.

So you see why I cannot fully grasp the selfishness of love. 

My love would be a loosely worn cardigan that fits,

but you can roll the sleeves up when you need to. 

The green bovines in your eyes will remain lively for as long as I would gaze into them.

You get the water and sunshine you need for yourself,

for I do not have the gloves to prove my hypothesis.

In fact, I never had one.

You are not my experiment, and you are free from lab tables.

I collapse any table that could hold you by myself. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.