Days, Months, Or Years Poem by Elena Plotkin

It doesn't matter not a bit to me,
for my whole life is devoted just to thee.
and I shall wait and wait with bated breath,
even if I must wait until the hour of my death.
For it may take DAYS, MONTHS, OR YEARS
for you to REALIZE I have a heart, eyes, ears,
a face, a mouth, a brain, hands, and feet,
as well as hopes, dreams, fears and conceit.
For it may take DAYS, MONTHS, OR YEARS
for you to LIKE my heart, eyes, ears,
face, mouth, brain, hands and feet,
as well as my hopes, dreams, fears and conceit.
For it may take DAYS, MONTHS, OR YEARS
for you to LOVE my heart, eyes, ears,
face, mouth, brain, hands and feet,
as well as my hopes, dreams, fears and conceit.
But that doesn't matter not a bit to me,
For my whole life is devoted just to thee,
and I shall wait and wait with bated breath,
even if I must wait until the hour of my death.


(C) 2016 Copyright Elena Plotkin