My beautiful child

This poem was written a couple of days later after I met Gregory.

Hi dear child,

I drive for hours; not knowing where,
Just hours and wonder where the road will bring me.
Where did it all start? Or, when did it all start?
You, beautiful child,
With your puppy brown eyes,
and blond hair.
Your so young and innocent,
full of life and so much love,
so many friends,
and friendship too much...
Where did it all start? Or when?
I am so scared,
scared for what might come
Not wanting to hurt you,
or being hurt
My beautiful child,
With your puppy brown eyes
I'll just let it go...
And say no more!