Stone Collector

I am a stone collector

What one might see a common rock

I take with me to treasure and adore

Putting it on my shelf and keeping in stock

Sometimes I no longer need the stones

So I cycle through and set them free

Though they’ve lost their place in my home

I know they didn’t truly belong to me

Each stone is unique and different

All has something new to bring to the table

And though none to me have been insignificant

To pick only one, I never have been able

This one is lovely for she is smooth

I adore this one for how she glistens

I cherish the one for his colourful truth

And to their needs, I always try to listen

Should a stone of mine have the wish

To have another of it’s own to share

I will try my best to always grant them this

Allowing others to give them their care

None I ever thought could match my every need

And I believed myself incapable to do that for them

So I never kept just the one and allowed the same deed

I’d still love them no matter what was to come

But one day I found a rock who seemed to never fail to inspire

Each and every attribute I had long for and more

Meeting each and every one of my heart’s strong desires

Though that is also where my heart did tore

I came to want it all to myself

Never wanted to see it free

Wanted to give it all my wealth

Though I thought that could never be

These thoughts hurt and have become vital

And to my heart, I never can atone

Feeling unsure if I should drop the title

Of that of the collector of stone