Wait For Her

No woman I touch since I left her side. I truly love her, and for her I will ride, For her I will live and for her I would die.   But she pushes me away the harder I try.  How can I show her I love her if she won't  open her eyes.   I always wait for her and it's  never to late for her. I had moments of anger but never held hate for her.  She seems never to see the love I shown, she writes about me in her poems in negative tones.    And yes I still wait for her, because it's never to late for her. I am fishing but I only have bait for her.