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Apr 2015
Oh, when I look into your eyes
I see an image of the heavens above
the stars glittering in your eyes like diamonds in the sky.
Oh, Your face and lovely form
reminds me of some distant enchanted land.
Oh, at night my tears fall upon my pillow
for the want of your love.
You are as a field of flowers
growing upon a hill side
on the bright shores of heaven.
Oh, you are a haunting tune  played from a Violin
in the midnight hour
upon the haunting shores of heaven.
Oh, you are a creature exotic wild and lovely
and I follow you to the ends of creation
for you ever hold my heart in the palm of your hand
and send it beating in a wild race
to dance its savage dance
on a wild race to the ends of ecstasy.
Oh, if your heart were an endless path
winding its way through a dark forest
then  I am forever and ever lost
with no hope of ever finding my way.
Oh, your lovely face and form
has forever enslaved my heart
in invisible shackles
to be your slave forever.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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