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Mar 2018
Oh,  your soul
Is as deep  and mysterious
as space  and time its  self.
Oh, how I yearn to plumb  those  depths
for your   mysteries   draw   me
into those infinite   depths.
Oh, the mysteries  
of your  heart
and of your soul
I know not how to fathom.
Oh,  my head  says to my heart
" calm and be still"
when all within  me
a storm  rages  
live  a million  demons
that fly   from the bottom from hell
screaming  there  vengeance
upon my poor soul.
For  I know  when  I gaze   into your   eyes
I am forever lost.
Oh,  without mercy  
your storm blows
and  I like   a ship of ghost
am forever at your mercy.
Oh, you are the ghost
that forever haunts    my soul.
Till this life
shall find   its way
to the icy  cold
of a lonely grave.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
151
   Sajini Israel
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