Days, Months, Or Years

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

by Elena Plotkin

Comments (6)

Sublimely developed...like the colour. Nuanced shades at every level. Rich and vibrant. Not wishy washy Like yellow as a disappearing follow.
Excellent. Thanks for all your poems, specially these colour ones!
brilliant... easily as good as 'blue'. your description and imagery of colours is amazing... keep writing!
...one word - excellent
I humbly bow to the Lady of Colors! Splendid read. Your magic shines with this color. Patricia Gale
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