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Although
I don't remember all the things you say to me,
And even though I am so often told,
And though I make you angry, so you want to yell and
scream,
I hate the feeling when you have to scold.
I know it
makes you weary when you oft' repeat yourself,
And wish that I would finally start to hear,
And though it seems that all I do is think of just
myself,
Please know that I adore and love you,
Dear.
For you
are all my hopes and dreams, the one for which I
live,
Without you I am nothing but a shell,
I love you more than life itself and all for you I'd
give,
I love you more than I could start to
tell.
So please
forgive me for the times I hear not what you say,
I listen but it oft' escapes my mind,
I'll try to listen closer and much more attention
pay,
So please be gentle when you must remind.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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