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Mar 2015
Oh, how can I let you know?
Oh, how canΒ Β I tell you
of my love for you?
You are the one abiding
dream in my heart.
Oh, I wish! Oh, how I wish!
I could give my body
to be all twisted and torn for you.
Let me be scourged with a scourge
that reaches to the bones
and leaves the flesh all tattered and torn
and my blood collect around me
in puddles of scarlet red
and runs down dungeon walls.
Oh, I wish it were!
Oh, how I wish it were so!
Then you would know
how deep is my love for you.
Oh, let me be impaled
upon a stake of pine
as my body struggles in pain
and my blood run down the pole
to stain the wood and ground deep scarlet red.
Oh, it is too late! It is too late now!
I am past every cure.
Oh, I see your face and ask myself why.
Why can't I find the word or do the deed
that would show my love?
A love as deep as the ocean.
Oh, what could I give you to show that love?
Oh, if one could tear out my beating heart to give to you
so that you would know the depths of my love.
Oh, your charms and lovely face fill all my waking moments.
Oh, if I could give myself up
as a ransom for you.
My life. My soul and beating heart.
Then I hope you would know.
Oh, I weep when I think of you.
How you are gone from my arms
and the miles hold us apart.
I know you think I am a madman.
I know you think I am a fool.
I forgive you! Oh, I forgive you!
For who could think otherwise.
Oh, I do not care!
For I have left all my selfish pride far behind.
Oh, without you let my heart no longer beat.
For I would be but a hopeless dead soul
who would be better to have never been born.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
324
     Jamie King, Camille Alipio and SPT
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