Expectation

I love you so very much.
When you were a bud, I had joy,
expecting that you would bloom;
when you had opened a little,
I was overjoyed, expecting that you would open wide.
When you were in full bloom,
I was glad because people delighted to see you;
and when your petals fell,
I was glad, because I knew you would bear seed.
Then why are you troubled?
As a bud, you grieved, impatient to know when you would bloom;
half open, you grieved that you had not opened wide;
in full bloom, you grieved for fear that you would fade.
Well?
Do you see how differently you and I think?