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Created on: June 18, 2008
For those Who believe:
You say you don't understand my love for you... or how I can love you as much as I say I
do... And I wish I could explain it myself... But I can't... It would be easier to try
and explain the suns heat... the stars shine... or the colors of a rainbow to a mere child...
All I can say is that I do... I love you with a love that I can only describe as that of a
love being as pure, as that of the spirit of the angels... And I never realized the love I
had for you until it was to late... I know I never let it show... I know I never said
it like I should have... and I'm sorry... It's a mistake I will have to live with for the
rest of my life... But I'm telling you now... "I love you" I love you with a love unlike
anyone has ever felt before or ever will... For I love you with all the love that God
himself forged into my very soul... But for all my love... for all my passion... for all
my trying... it matters not... it doesn't even matter that you love me as you say you do...
For it is his arms that will hold you close at night... It's his lips that will kiss you...
and it's his "I love you" that will be whispered in your ear... Explain my love for you...
For those who believe in God... have felt his touch... no explanation is necessary... For
those who do not know God... have never felt his touch... no explanation is possible...
Yet all my love means nothing... for the sound of your dreams coming true... are nothing
but the sound of mine being shattered... Yet every shattered piece... every tear... will
forever say I love you...
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