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Apr 2015
Oh, there is a fever in my brain
These thoughts!
These feelings have pierced my soul
and I am held in a longing
stronger than my love of life
Oh, I cling to you
as though it was to life its self.
Day and night thoughts of you
ever pass through my head
and I am forever filled
with the horror of the loss of you.
When the night wind softly blows across my face
I think of your warm sacred touch
as hot salty tears flood my face.
Tears of gladness that I know
the most lovely creature that could ever be.
Oh, how these feelings are too great
for my mortal frame!
When I lay my body down
for the nightly rest and slumber
my thoughts are of you
and whenΒ Β my eyes flicker open
in the early morning light
my first thought rests upon you.
Oh, you are my life
for without you
my heart would no longer beat
and you are my death
for if you reject me
then a black cloud
shall ever fill my heart!
Oh, you think I am a mad man
and so I am a mad man!
Oh, my love for you has driven me mad!
Oh, your touch is my religion!
Oh, if I were to lost you
it would be as though a thousand demons
carried me away to there infernal region!
Always you are the first and last in my heart.
Oh, God in your heaven above
let the wings of an angel grow from my back
so I can fly and be by your side
for without you all creation would be
but a dull and lifeless thing
and an eternal winter would live
in my lifeless soul.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
260
   Virginia S and NV
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