Her Plight

Finally she gave in I had to wait for years to gain The access needed to know her Read mind and lean on shoulder I was speechless When she turned her face To express desire through eyes I could see anxiety and guess She had loved me with all that sincerity I had tremendous love and faith in almighty I always prayed for her safety and well being She was angel and beautiful queen in the eyes of king I understand her plight Nothing was going right She always cried for hours Disclosed nothing and willingly bore She is made of strong mettle Not other woman could easily settle She stood her ground well For world to know and tell She is woman to her self She has much to hide in like sea shelf She is not prepared to stake her honor Yet very much anxious as woman to stand for I have known her for years When I was just kid and stayed away with fears The poet in me was searching a soul She stood there at gate with inviting call