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"