Title: Dedicated To The One I Love

Author: Loonywoif

E-Mail: Loonywoif@juno.com

Rating: PG-13

Category: Romance

Archive: Yes

Summary: Here comes the Groom

Warnings:

Disclaimer: Not mine



Dedicated To The One I Love
By Loonywoif
Sung by The Mamas and The Papas

In the groom room a man got carefully dressed, his hair was long for him. His hair gently brushed the base of his neck. He luxuriated in the fine cream silk shirt, feeling the individual threads, as he pulled on his tuxedo jacket. The jacket was of the darkest black possible and covered here and there in small gems. It gave off an aura of the sky at midnight. He thought again of the man he was to marry, his beloved, his mate, his soul. Smiling, the man walked out and over the church garden to the arch that had been set up for his wedding. To the right stood Simon, tall and straight in his tux, looking like he belonged on the cake. The man walked up to wait for his mate.

Behind him, music started.

While I'm far away from you my baby
I know it's hard for you my baby
Because it's hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love

(Life can never be exactly like we want it to be)
I could be satisfied knowing you love me
(But there's one thing I want you to do especially for me)
And it's something that everybody needs

While I'm far away from you my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
Because it's hard for me my baby
And the darkest hour is just before dawn

If there's one thing I want you to do
Especially for me
And it's something that everybody needs

Each night before you go to bed my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love

This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love
This is dedicated to the one I love

(this is dedicated)

Smiling the man turned to his mate. His beautiful mate with the eyes of a thousand colors, and hair like silk. Reaching out to play with his mate's hair he could feel each strand, soft and gentle, in his fingers. Looking down to his mate eyes, with love, he gently kissed his mate.

"You like?" His mate asked.

"I love it, Blair." The man answered.



END