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Jun 2016
Oh, I want to die
for I am filled with grief for your love.
Oh, I sorrow for you
and I drown my life in a lake of tears
when I imagine that your heart is cold
and you are as distant from me
as the stars that burn in the deep black of night.
Oh, to be with you is heaven
the highest of all my dreams and wishes.
And oh how you make my heart sing
to the end of forever.
For you are the life flowing within me
all  my hopes and wishes come true
within your warm flesh and loving arms.
Your love is in my blood
and the deepest hell
that I can know
is to be without you.
Oh, you are the angel
living in  my heart
that fill my mind with a world of dreams.
Oh, worlds within worlds
full of my ****** dreams
of an angel by far more lovely
than the sirens who lived in mythic time.
And your song penetrates to the heart of my soul
lays it bear and draws it by the mystic of your song
and your angelic frame
and makes my heart to say
" I must have your love
or I shall die!."
Other loves
have all proved false
and left me oh so cold.
As though I would die
in some icy hell.
And so how I was left so forlorn
and I have died a little everyday
thinking and thinking
of all the love I have lost.
But that was before your time
all before the time you dawned within my heart.
Oh, your saving love
has brought me back to life
resurrected me from a world of shadows
from a grave in which I lived.
A grave so deep it seemed
that no living soul
could ever again
reach my suffering heart
in which I seemed to have
passed a painful eternity.
Oh, I would ever want to die
if your love
were ever taken from me
and I am left
with a cold wind to blow
across my naked and fragile body
and freezes in a tomb of ice
my heart and soul.
And I am left with all the ocean of pain
that is living in my soul.
Oh, for I know
that I love you.
And that I love you to madness!
A madness that shall last till the end of time.
And it the end of time
your song shall echo in my mind
and feed all the love that lives
in this heart of mine.
Oh, can't you see
that my life is a love song
written to you my dear love
upon pages of joy and woe and pain.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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