I could sit here all day
And count the lines on your hands.
Where have you been,
And from where do you hail?
Have you kissed the stars,
And hidden from wolves?
Will you remember me in 10 years,
When you will dry another's tears?
All the while I'll sit here,
Capturing you in my poetry,
The only time you'll be still.
Is your act of commitment possible?
Will I wake tomorrow, and find
You ripped from my page?
Stefanie Fontker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blink-20/
