Mine

There’s a beauty in this world that was meant to be admired from a distance.
A beauty that was never meant to be hung on walls or housed in a museum.
A beauty that was meant to be free and untamed and left alone.
She possessed such a beauty.
A vibrant and and unique beauty that was subtle yet commanded attention.
I yearned for her, lusted after her, and attempted to make her mine.
But she was not created to be had or to be obtained.
As free as the air we breathe and as precious, she was meant to never be kept.
She was never meant to be anyone’s possession or anyone’s private stock.
She was meant to be adored by the masses and loved from behind an invisible wall.
Her beauty could not last in confinement because it could not shine without the sun.
I learned this well and accepted it for what it was.
But yet I still called her mine although I knew she would never be.