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   I've misjudged love before.  This isn't the first time, but I pray to God it will be the last. 

   I once thought love was passion, but now I know that passion can come in a will to live.

   I once thought love was holding on, but now I know it's giving it all away.

   I once thought love was suffering, but now I know it's given me life.

   I once thought love was an unobtainable dream, but now I know I had it all along.

   Love is what I see before me, dying on a hospital gurney.  Unable to swallow, unable to speak.  Unable to hold my hand, unable to tell me goodbye.

   I've misjudged love before, but never again.  Hold on, buddy, hold on.

THE END