When I met you for the very first time,
I started falling in love with you, little by little...
And this feeling grew inside me like a gem
Like a bright red ruby, maybe
And every day I would polish it and admire its shine, its sparkle.
I kept it close to me wherever I went
Only setting it down when I needed to sleep.
The feeling grew on me, and
each morning when I picked it up,
I noticed that the ruby
was just a little bit heavier.
After awhile it got so heavy that
I had to leave it in my room
safely resting under my pillow
when I would go out.
But I hated to be away from it.
After a long day I would just curl up with it, shining my lamp on it and gazing at its intricacies, its beauty
But slowly, over time, I grew bored with it
and sometimes I would leave it in a drawer
so I wouldn't have to worry about it
and one time, when I opened the drawer,
it had started collecting dust.
And I thought, maybe it's better this way.
I was wasting away my life obsessing over it, over you,
and maybe it could just stay dusty for
awhile longer.
And then, one night, you stole into my room
and blew the dust off
so that when I saw it in the morning,
it was bright and glimmering again
and I remembered why I had spent so many hours
caring for it, shining it, just gazing,
simply gazing.