Stars Became The Night (What Do I Do With Your Love?) Poem by Miss Grace

Tiny feet, an even tinier jump
something caught this
Little Dove's eyes.
starry eyes
her smile turns blinding
as she tugs your sleeve
to draw your gaze.

resounding 'no',
followed by a stern 'later',
breaks the silence.
her smile fell, but she nods.
mature for her age,
the whispers praise her.
'the understanding kid',
She became a living contradiction.

The stars in her eyes,
did falter that day.
But she didn't give up
she waited and waited
for the day you would,
look back at her.

but cruel is fate,
crueler is time.
the heart that doesn't get love,
forgets love.

so tell me why,
why have you returned?
you come back
like untimely rain
showering affection.
To love me right this time?
no, to lessen your own guilt
But what will the
barren land do
with rain when all of the
seeds of hope are long dead.

what does an illiterate do with a book?
what does the defeated do with the sword?
what does the dead do with your guilt?
what do I do with your love?
asked the woman
as she bore her eyes,
as jet black as the night
into you, when you returned
and found her waiting exactly where
you had left her...