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God Knows That I Love You
When I first saw you on TV there was something special in your eyes; a spark of life, an inner light, something unbelievably amazing. I’ve never experienced a love at first sight, never felt an attraction quite like this one before. I wanted to crawl in bed beside you and hold you tightly in my arms, tell you everything was going to be all right. I watched how your husband mistreated you, and I longed then to take you away someplace safe, where I could protect you, comb the hair from your eyes. I loved your spirit as you clung to life, to love. So innocent and so unprotected; so unwilling to let the media suck you dry. They sucked and sucked until your every move was a death-defying plea for help. Terri, oh, Terri, God knows that I love you, my heart shattered the day they stole your life. My only consolation was the look in your eyes, that told me you were weary, and it was time for you to go, but they’ll never kill my love as easily as they killed you, Terri Schiavo. Never.
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