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Apr 2015
I once told the story
Of the little boy much too big to be called little
Who would stand over his parent's bed
When his father had nightmares
And would put his pudgy hands on his father's chest and say
"But I love you, but I love you, but I love you"
I once told the story
Of the young adolescent boy
Who watched his older brother give his life to drugs
Watched him be dragged away to penitentiary
But he would still call out
"But I love you, but I love you, but I love you"
I once told the story
Of the teenage boy
Who had been told that his sister had been *****
Who held her in his arms weeping
And he whispered to her
"But I love you, but I love you, but I love you"
I once told the story
Of the lonely young man
Who was surrounded by people
He couldn't bring himself to smile
He felt that all the joy had been ripped from him
Because it had been all his life
But he sat on his knees and cried out to his god
"But I love you, but I love you, but I love you"
But today
I now tell the story
Of a man no longer plagued by his past
Living the life he has always deserved
And I stand before him today
And watch his marry his soul mate
The man who always loved finally had love for himself
And he says his vows with excitement and vigor
Saying
"Because I love her, because I love her, because I love her"
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