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Apr 2015
Oh, my dear sweet love
this very soul I would give for you
to be sold to what infernal region there be
for one moment in your arms
that would outlast eternity.
It is you that I live for
and it is you that I will die for.
Oh, I see you a million times
and cannot touch you.
This noisy and crass world looks on
with its millions of minions
and knows not nor cares
Oh, the torture that is in my soul!
this noisy crass world looks on
with its millions of minions
and knows not nor cares
what secret and passionate love
lives in my soul
and beats within my heart!
Oh, will the hope of your love
be striped from me?
Such horrors in my mind!
Oh, I wish nothing from you
but only your love
and the touch of your skin.
Oh, I would gladly remain your secret forever
a creature of the shadows.
Oh, such a heaven to be wrapped in your arms!
Oh, I know I will live or die
by your every word and deed.
My heart is ever your captive.
If the hope of your love
were stolen from me
by what ever cruel hand or fate there be
my life would have no meaning
and my soul would be
as hollow as a drum
and eternal winter and night
would forever live in my soul!
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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