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Aug 2015
Oh, how you are my eternal love
how I would suffer
a thousand pains and tortures for you
you are a flower
whose thorns pierce my flesh so sore
down through the flesh
and into the bones
as the blood from my fingers do flow
to stain the sand so scarlet red
every drop a drop of pain that flows
from my beating heart.
And how you are a sweet fragrance
that floats like a mist
on the night wind
as your love fills the air
and oh how I am entranced
by your beauty
and the hunger for your love
as an unending desire
hypnotized and beguiled
by your dark flower
intoxicated by your kiss
and by your embrace.
Oh, you are a drug
that flows through my veins
an ***** to numb the mind
as my love for you
burns through me
like a holy fire!
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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   Joseph Schneider
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