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You made me smile when hope was gone.
When stress was there, but kept me strong.
You silenced my mouth when you wrestled each night,
and when you talked I cheered on that night.
I felt the pain stinging my heart,
and everything I knew of you fell apart.
But not completely.
You gave me hope when I was down.
When I was lost.
When I was found.
You gave me the story, and I gave you respect.
That's what you deserve. It's what you'll get.
I love you more than anything and for your style.
You kept me alive when I tuned out the sounds.
I watched you, counted, you kick high in the air,
and I watched as the bell rung, and you embraced the crowd.
You felt tears, and I felt sorrow.
You left on good terms, mine not as much,
and I saw your face when he came to join you in one final hug.
You turned, smiled, hugged him back.
Your friend, your ally, what a man.
You disappeared, came back for a short while,
two Wrestlemania's and your still here for us now.
I love you, and your friend, too.
He disappeared for a short time, but know's he's not done for good.
Niether are you.
You both gave me the courage to keep pulling through.
I know now that your lives are different than that of back then,
but when I see you now, I know it was all worth it.
You two care for each other, and I see it through, that one day
the people will still cheer for you.
If your gone, I will be sad, but my heart will cheer with all of the hope you gave me in the end.
One day we'll see you, and one day it will be so great,
when you walk through that curtain again, the both of you,
and play the jokes we love to hear so well.
I love you both.
I give you respect.
That's all you need. That's what you'll get.