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Nov 2015
Oh, you are my dreams come to life
I have set and thought
and dreamed of my perfect love
of her silken hair
as dark as the raven's wing
of her mysterious haunting eyes
like pools that bear the depths of her soul
with skin so soft and warm
as to carry me breath away.
Oh, when I first saw you
how you were like a dream come to life.
All those hopes and dreams I found in you.
and all my life and all my hope I give to you
for without you my lovely dream
death could never come too soon.
And what is life without your love?
it is only the hollow ticking of a soulless clock
slowly ticking off all the hollow empty years.
Oh, how you bring me to life, and make my soul anew.
Oh, how your kiss and lovely frame
I value above all other things
and my heart threatens to explode
when I hold you in my arms.
And I will thrive on your love
from here to all the fathomless depths of time.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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