Treasure Island

Bailey Schatte

(09-08-1997)

Always and Forever


When I look into her eyes,
I see my whole life,
I see what makes me strong,
I see what makes me live,
And I see my love.

I feel warm inside,
As If I were sitting in,
A cradle of love,
With her by my side,
And as we rock back and forth,
The love we share for each other,
Grows.

I would give,
my very last breathe,
just to tell her,
I love her,
And without her,
I would be nothing,
As a plant without sunshine,
As a soul without a body,
Or as a bee without a flower.

So when the day comes,
That nature rips us apart,
I will be right by her side,
Holding her hand,
Kissing her cheek,
And explaining how much she means to me.

She will know that,
My love for her,
Will be,
Always and Forever.

Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012
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