Poem: "As the Stars Become My Fountain"

As the Stars Become My Fountain

By: Eve Estelle

Warm smiles {a}nd bright eyes,

When I'm with you, time flies;

Glass half full, a laughing chalice,

Crown of patience upo{n} your head;

Gentle being, soft core,

Sharp wit and an open door;
Like {t}he stag, like the doe,
Star runners of the show,
Tender hearts with love for home,
Dreamers adance above t{h}e Earth;
Humble tongues, yet strength presides,
Grace in each, our bounding strides;

O wisher's tide, the night aglow
With shooting streaks {o}f light,
I have {n}ever felt before
This way about a soul --
Ah, hear! Still I seek
The path that keeps me whole,
And always, alwa{y}s may it be,
May it be because it should be;
Only then, let him fall,
{My dear}, let him fall for me.