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May 2016
Oh, my dear love.
Oh, how my life has changed!
In times past
when I was all alone
I had lost all hope
to ever see this thing that was called love.
Oh, it was like a ghost
that floated among the early morning fog
silently among its ancient trees
with its ghostly silence as old as time its self
and as moss did from each limb hang
as if to say love is but as ghost
and for you can never be real
in its search you waste day by day.
And every man did tell
of this mystic and strange thing
that was called love.
Oh, and with every of this thing called love
it seemed to take on such strange and exotic forms
that at last that love
was only the figment of some fevered imagination.
And that it inhabited some strange mythic land
where centars roamed and mermaids swam.
Oh, to me it was more unreal
than the ghosts that haunted some midnight graveyard.
But that was all before your time.
All before my life was forever changed
changed forever and evermore
in one timeless moment
in the twinkling of an eye
when I first gazed upon your lovely form.
And it seemed in that timeless moment
that my soul was born.
And my heart began to sing
of your lovely form.
Oh, I shall you in my heart
at the bottom of my soul
till the end of time
through the march of all the days
in their endless infinity.
And it seems before you
that that time before I knew your name
was but a time before time
and in those days I was only a shadow
a dream I dreamed of myself
with less form and substance
than all the myths of old.
In the days
when Pan danced to his pipes
as he kept time with his hoof.
Oh, as he kept time with his hoof.
and sirens sang
to slay sailors upon their rocky shore.
And Zeus held court
upon distant mount Olympus
high among the bellowing clouds.
and the Sibyls sang and mumbled
their guidance form Apollo to every passerby.
And oh you are in me!
And every fiber of my being
contains all my love for you.
For without you I would be no more
as the shadows fade into nothing
with the sun's dying light
and once again all the world turns into night.
Oh, all of you is forever within me
as you fill my heart and soul to overflowing.
And I shall seek your love
for all eternity
and all of time overflowing.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
227
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