The Love Of My Life? Poem by Boston Kelley

She is my beloved, the one I treasure most.
I long to near to be her, to never leave her side.
All my days I want to spend with her.
There is no one to contest with her.

But why do I feel this doubt?
Why am I questioning my love for her?
I know how I want to hold her to comfort her,
Loving her with everything I have.

Doubt continues to rise in my mind
Like the ocean waves that gradually get bigger.
I question my emotions
As if I am my own interrogator.

She asks to do things that blow me down.
Her requests seem to defy my morals.
Despite how they defy, they are so tempting.
I cannot help but want to give in.

I ponder if she is suitable for me,
If she deserves to be called my beloved.
She is so sweet and respectful toward me,
But desires things to do things with me
That goes out of my standards.

Does she deserve to be called my beloved,
Or deserve to be cast out of my life?