I love you, I love you, that's what she said,
But I am frightend to see her with another man in my bed.
If it wasn't my brother, I would have shot him dead,
However, I remembered he used to feed me bread.
Instead, I said, 'what's got into you',
Jumping in my bed, sleeping with my girl.
This was a day, a day for a good ray of hope,
Then I went in the bathroom and throw away all the soap
Although you are my brother, this was wrong,
However I have move on and become very, very strong.
Dwayne Earle Gordon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-you-8/
