Rapture

Enchanted I am drawn towards the striking beauty in the corner, a wallflower so to speak that sits idly by waiting for admiration or a simple acknowledgement of her existence. She beckons to the lens to fall upon her charm, dancing a slow languid waltz in the southern breeze, rippling in her most luxurious finery. Velvet gown worn demurely, past her knees if she were of an age to worry, she has the company of her sister while they wait for their youngest to come into her own and bloom beside the matrons. Her time is short  for the dance, and in a frenzy she moves faster in her place, eager to be plucked from the others that sit quietly around the greenery and I do so want to place her in my hands and take her for that final turn but knowing in my heart, if I were to do so, she would bow her head in shame later for the exchange, in selfishness I would watch as she slowly faded into a dull color and die, just for that one dance. I cannot be selfish with this creature, for she is true beauty living freely. I capture her rippled smile instead and am content to let the wallflower finish her days in peace, amongst her sisters in arms, and I share her instead with the world that will never see her beauty except for here on this piece of real estate she calls her home, for she has be clouded me and I am the better for it. I can only see through the finder, enamored with elegance and humbled by her gift.