Penguins and Elm Trees.... my heart's transgression of sort...

FADE2BLACK
"have you ever wanted to get married?"
"yes"
"really?"
"yes"
"then why haven't you."
"i don't know."
"you've had time and opportunity."
"i know"
"what is it then? do you want marriage as the ceremony or the commitment."
"the commitment. the ceremony I would do for the other person, you know?"
"why would you do it for them?"
"not them, you. i know it would be important to you. i only want to be committed to. you can commit to someone naked under the stars. it's about the promise. me, i like penguins. they take the time to shine a single stone, then look across the snow at all the other available penguins... and from all of those funny looking birds they find one. one they are really diggin', and that penguin takes a chance. a huge leap of faith and in front of all the other f'ckin penguins, he just rolls the stone to the feet of the one he wants to spend his life with. that shyt is cool."
"it is. but i still don't understand why you've never been married."
"'cuz, i'd want it for life. like the penguins. and when i looked into the eyes of past relationships, i saw quit in their eyes."
"quit?"
"yea, they were quitters, and could never commit to themselves, let alone me for the long term."
FADE2BLACK
what i wanted to say was i found the perfect stone. that i've been carrying it in my pocket. waiting. everyday i remove it from my pocket, inspect it, clean it, polish it a bit, but i know it's not ready. it does not mirror you. when it's perfect in it's imperfections, then i will know. maybe today your heart could never see the significance of a simple stone and the value i place upon it. it's something i found while walking, thinking about you. wondering. exploring possibilities. when i look at you i can imagine the vastness of the universe and depth of what can be..... and unromantically enough, i also see those funny little birds.... but know, that i am polishing the stone, preparing and perfecting it, to roll and place at your feet.......
Until then, I will bask in the shadow of your smile, seek peaceful slumber in the cradle of your branches, and ponder methods to entice, intrigue and captivate your inner penguin.......