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Apr 2016
Oh, there is a reason that I live
and this heart does not beat
without a purpose.
That purpose is my love of you
that lives in every fiber of my being.
Oh, when my eyes
rested upon your fair form
it seemed as though
the doors of heaven were opened
and a glorious light shined within my heart
that was forever captured by your beauty.
Oh, the times I have longed to kiss you
and hold you in my arms tell of all my love to you.
And oh, all the times
I have opened my heart
and laid it bare for you.
And oh, i would lay this heart open for all to see
and suffer in this body of mine
to bleed its tears of scarlet red wine.
and your soft warm body
that is more precious that gold
is a love song to my soul.
Oh, you are more precious
than the scarlet
flowing in these veins
or the glittering diamonds
that sparkle in the night sky
and though it would take me
a million years and a day
to win your love
it would seem
but a night and a day
till I can embrace you
and give you all the love in my soul.
So let our love be like an ancient wine
that warms and intoxicates the soul
for all the infinite time
that this universe could ever hold.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
268
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