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Feb 2015
Oh,  when I come
to the end of life
your name will be
the last word on my lips
for you are life to me
when I wake in the morning
you are the first thought
to pass through my mind
you are the one repeating thought
through the long day
all my thoughts and cares
are on you
I  care when you are unhappy
your sadness
hurts me to my core
you are always a song
sung by my heart
always my heart song
oh, how many thousand of times
would I have taken
you into my arms
and rocked you to sleep at night
kissed your lips
with a passion beyond passion
I see the Milky way
shimmering like diamonds
in the black velvet sky
but oh, they cannot surpass
the beauty of your soul.
The beauty of your face
puts those stars to eternal shame
oh, how I am taken by storm
enslaved by a beauty
greater than my fevered brain
could ever imagine.
Oh, I weep bitter tears
out of the bottom of my soul
out of your sweet memory
all turned bitter
because you are not
by my side.
Oh, river of bitter tears
wrung from a broken heart
and a tortured soul.
Oh, thoughts of you
follow me ever and ever
through my bitter tortured life
at night on my bed
how I toss and turn
the whole night through
and I am tortured
by nightmares of my loss of you.
Oh, scars on my tortured soul
wounds so deep.
Oh, how I long
for this bitter life to end.
Oh, I would cry unto the highest heaven
and weep a river of bitter tears
that would flow to the end
of eternity.
Oh, at the last beat of my heart
and the last breath I take
let the last word on my lips
be your name.
And let my broken
heart strings
and shattered soul
live no more.
for all meaning
vanished long age
when you slipped from my arms
and I become
but a walking dead man
and a rattling  of bones
my whole life through.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
1.2k
     Balaguer and Jamie King
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