Treasure Island

Jaclyn Brantley


Never Ending Love


I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new,
I think of you everyday, do you think of me too?
It hurts as much today, as it did the day you died,
A part of me was buried with you,
My heart lay with you that day.

Sometimes a part of me wants to give up,
But then I think of you and your strength pushes me on,
I fight against the grain as I attempt to gain,
That needed strength to go forward,
Because I know that’s what you would do.

I know I never said it, but I hope you know,
I loved you then and I love you now.
So the days I shed the tears,
It’s not because I’m facing fear.
But because of the love I had then for you,
And the love today I have for you.



Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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