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Oct 2018
Oh, how most men are blind
of the power and passion
flowing  through the universe
ever burning like fire.
Oh, how I breath in the passion
and the power of love
as it flows  through me.
And oh that flame  burns
as it  courses through  my veins
and into the heart of my soul!
Oh, how  this passion burns within
and connects me to the universe.
Oh, my love  you are the fire
and I your poor slave.
once ignited this passion
burns my very bones to ashes
and I  am ever helpless 
 before your lovely fire.
Oh, the pain I feel
of my yearning for you
how to burns and tortures me!
You are the only one
who can save me
from madness of mind
and a dying soul.
Only  when we become one
can my soul rest
and my mind once again
know peace.
Oh, let us forever be one
and show cold blind men
what fools they be.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
174
     JL Smith and Vanessa Gatley
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