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Sep 2016
Oh, love is the binding
of two lonely souls
united upon strands of  fiery steel.
Oh, my soul
is so bound in love to you
that should it ever be parted
from your love's embrace
I know I would surely die.
Oh, such a pain so great
within my heart
I dare my think
of such torment.
Oh, I know
that my soul
shall ever be with you.
You in me, and me in you.
Oh, when God created mortal man
to each one he gave
love divine.
Oh, as food is for the body
and the flesh
of my poor heart beating
so love is to the soul.
Oh, to your warm embrace
I return and return ever again
for the love
that can only feed my soul.
Oh, how I am ever at your mercy
and ever my heart shall seek you
the love in me
day and night says to my heart,
" Oh, my love for that angel eyed
shall last forever and forever.
Oh, greater that for love of kinsmen
and my mother dear
and all the men who ever died
beside me in battle
oh God rest their poor souls."
Oh, and your caressing red lips
I desire more
than the life giving water
that would wet
my parched and cracked lips
when through a burning desert
I should ever tread
upon those hot burning sands.
Oh, to my soul
you're are an oasis
of green and a cool breeze
upon my burning brow.
Oh, you are all the meaning of life
I shall ever need
and I shall delight in your love
for as long as time  shall last.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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