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Oct 2014
Oh, I am past cure
this love. this passion
haunts My fevered brain
Oh, insanity! insanity!
My love for You
has driven Me mad
My dreams upon My pillow
My daily thoughts
are as a madman's are
Oh, thoughts of Your absence
are as thoughts of death
Oh, You are My very beginning and end
existence? what meaning does it have?
without You in it
Oh, it is impossible to believe
that You are a mortal woman
I have known You ages before
in some other life
You were the lover
who rejected Me
My mother when I was
a sickly child
a dancing girl
upon a table at an inn
and seeing You
My heart was enslaved by You
and I held Your memory My life long
when I was wounded in battle
You were the woman
who nursed Me to health
You have always been mistress
of My heart
Oh, the world would be empty
without You
You inflame My fevered brain
Oh, You are like a love song
that sticks in My mind
repeating its haunting words
over and over till the end of time
You are a theme song played upon My heart
Oh, if that song were ever stilled
I would die of shock
and a great lonelinessΒ Β 
a deadly silence would fill My soul
and I would die and be no more
You are the life and rhythm of My soul
the moon and sun rise
and the stars twinkle
to the sound of My soul
in love with You
Oh, who can follow
My memories of You
back through all the nameless
and forgotten time
to when God conceived all that was
in his great mind
I know not, nor do I care
all that matters
is that I am Yours
and You are mine
Oh, give Me this My love
and I can rest in My bless
for all eternity
rest in unspeakable joy
as the ages roll
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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