Poetic Creations

It takes so long to let her live,

From way down deep, of herself, she shall give.

Innocent, unaware, helped with most care.

My love or my hell, to be done so well.

For weeks I sat and thought of her.

The words I write for her do say,

My love through night and through the day,

You surely live a lonely way.

Doubt and re-doubt.

Each line a part sought,

Each word carefully brought.

Thought and re-thought,

Taken to a whole,

Remains part of my soul.