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Apr 2018
Oh,  you haunt   me
lovely mysterious phantom   that you are.
You intoxicate me
as though  I  am a moth  before a flame
as to you I make myself ever  closer
till my soul burns  in your flame.
Oh, each beat   of your heart
is  a steel  cord
that binds  us in a lovers embrace.
Oh, what love  I feel
As though  your very blood
flows  withing.
Hearts beating   as one
and loving as one.
Oh, how  my  words
are a poor  substitute
for this passion   burning within.
Oh,  I  can feel your soul
that flowing through
and I am carried  away
on waves of passion
no  mortal  man  was ever meant  to bear.
And I drown   in the universe  of your charms.
Oh, ten   thousand   and one  fair  angels
and not  a one can hold a candle to you!
And  within your eternity  
a blessed one I shall  live
through endless blessed days.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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