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Mar 2015
Oh, you my captor!
you hold my heart
in the palm of your hand,
and I am helpless.
Oh, how you haunt
my every waking moment.
And I have only
my foolish heart to blame.
Oh, how through the night
in the dark hours
when I am all alone
with my poor suffering heart.
Oh, I cry! Oh, how I cry
as a child
who has lost his precious mother.
Oh, you are such an aching in my soul.
Oh, how I am like motherless child.
A poor wandering child
searching through a dark wood,
searching for your love
never knowing which way to turn.
Oh, how desperately I try
to find the secret door
to your heart.
Oh, there is a wall
that reaches to the sky
and with every turn I see
through tear blinded eyes
a cruel and heartless wall
floating before me.
Oh, I reach out
with foolish and desperate arms
to embrace your beating heart.
To claim its eternal love
in my trembling fingers.
And oh, I only grasp
the cold and cruel air.
Oh, you haunt me
like an eternal ghost.
A flaming phantom
of the love and passion
that without there is only
a deep hole in my soul.
Half a soul, and half a heart
that cannot beat without
your precious love.
Oh , how my limitless my foolishness.
And oh, how I fear you wrath.
Oh, not a cold cell,
or the death of the body.
It is only made of clay.
Or cruel strips
laid across my back.
but a cruel icy heart
pitiless in the cold
that flows from its depths.
Oh, how many?! Oh, how many
times I would have
held you in my arms
and rocked you to sleep at night?
Oh, how many times
I would shed tears
of love and gladness
to lay and listen
to your precious beating heart.
And I am forever lost
lost for all eternity.
For you are farther from me
than the endless sky.
Oh, greater than the span
between heaven and hell.
And I can only plead your love
through tear stained eyes,
and your mercy
upon this eternal and tragic fool.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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   Ariel Baptista
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