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Apr 2016
Oh, love is the key
to the soul of man.
For love is the beginning
and end of your being,
and where love is not
there is not life.
And you are the very life,
and the very soul of me.
Oh, you are the very flower
and source of creation.
And within you
I have my being
and all the life that flows within me
has its beginning in you.
Oh, the stars that shine down
from God's warm black velvet sky
speak to me of your name
and reminds me of all the love
that I hold for you
and my heart is filled to such overflowing
that I feel that it shall burst all asunder
and fill me with such longing
that I cannot bear.
And the Sun and moon
that rise over Earth's distant horizon,
oh how that rise
and seem to shine the light of your love
into my withered soul.
And I am changed
from the hopeless creature that I once was.
And I sing my love song to you
as I call to you to come and be my only love.
My love forever in your warm embrace
for time all immortal
and as long as my heart
and my being shall last.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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