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May 2017
Oh, how  wisdom
is been a bitter drink
that one consumes drop by drop.
Oh, as the years roll
and life seems to fly
as though with the wings
of some phantom bird
and seems to make life
a bed of torture
as grief fills the heart
with the faces of lost loves.
Oh, like a symphony
you ever fill my heart
and live in my dreams.
Oh, like a ghost
you seem to live in every cloud.
Oh, come to me my love
and let me love once again.
Oh,  for my love of you
my life is quickly draining away.
And without you
I would become but a shadow
of all that I once was.
Oh, how the days
seems to pass away
as eternity dies
little by little
and day by day
and threaten
to sweep us into an icy grave.
Oh, let my love live
in the sunshine
of your smiling face
as your arms
forever enfold me
in your loving embrace
and sweet kiss
of one  anothers hearts.
and cheat death of its victory
as our love blooms forever
like an undying rose.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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