The Collector Poem by Christen Jeanette Mcelvain

Today, I stumbled upon something that i really had to have.
In my eyes it was precious, and i figured i was the only one who should have it.
So i bought it and stored it with my collectables.
But it didn’t fit in with the other ones.
This one was the best one i have ever seen.
For weeks, i pondered taking it out of the box and playing with it.
But i was afraid to damage something so precious.
Months go by and it’s still there, i came by often just to watch it and admire its beauty.
But now i feel like I’m ready.
I feel mature enough to handle things that are fragile.
so i decided to take it out the box and hold it, love it, admire it, show it how much it means to me by spending time with it..............................................................................................
And that’s exactly how i feel about him.
My collectable that i have left on the shelf for fall to long.
If he is ready to come out of the box, he should know I am older, wiser, and more mature to be there if he would let me.