Loving you from afar is like admiring a flower that I refuse to pick. Simply taking a picture would never be as fulfilling as holding it in my hands but it's beauty remains for others to experience for generations if I refrain from affecting it's benevolent state. I planted you, a young seed in the desert only to watch you germinate amongst a lush forest teeming with fertility. You spawn roots from nothingness in a ploy to recreate love in my image. Predators lust after your flesh but your roots remain firm in the soil. You pray as I pray to the sun with veins full of water and energy. I see distorted reflections of myself in your essence and therefore sacrifice my passion, in the name of appreciating life