Finding Love

The fallen Maple leaf🍁

When the leaves fell with grace I stood there breathing into the Autumn winds that encouraged the fall of those fragile yet brave looking leaves.

Falling in love with the courage they displayed, the way they'd flaunt their fall was something I had never seen of.

Rose-Tinted glasses were already placed on my eyes for when the first time my eyes layed on the tree.
For the first time after a very long wait the journey of the first step began.

Listening to the crunch they made everytime the leaf was crushed beneath my feet made me even more excited to hold my first perfect leaf.

With gleaming eyes and a very happening soul I hold the one that held my heart.

Admiring the perfection with the satisfaction of the desire being fulfilled I flaunt the fallen leaf with pride swelling my heart.

For I now began painting the leaf with all the beautiful colours I could grab, enhancing and exaggerating my obsession over the very same leaf.

But now I stand baffled as I realise the painting turned out to be better and the leaf looked alot more like it never held beauty at all.

Afraid of the pride that might shatter in no time I panic and accuse the leaf and pray and hope that maybe somehow it turns out to be as I have always imagined it to be.

The Rose-Tinted glasses fell off of my eyes and I could only see what the leaf was always about.

Wasn't expectations in love and refusing to look over the already displayed truth the same?

Weren't we always painting a picture far beyond what it's real nature was all about?

Didn't we over look every flaw because we were too blind with pride?

Wasn't it after all our very own doing?