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Mar 2015
Oh, my heart beats
to a different song.
Oh, how the world has gone insane
and oh, how the world dearly loves
the soulless mechanical thing.
A cold coin taken from dead eyes
and its Godless edits
it does follow.
No place for love
in that cold mechanical world.
Oh, the world! How its lovers
run to and fro
in there search
for a cold Godless treasure.
Oh, how they burn up the light of day
and make there life
and there years the walking of the dead.
But oh, silver and gold
cannot buy back
a love that had grown cold
nor turn time
to when we held a love
in our arms so tight.
that now in a cold grave does lie.
Oh, I reject the cold light of day
and its love of treasure
made by as hand cold as clay.
Oh, how I love
the warm dark velvet sacred night
when the world's lovers come out
to love and play.
And notes from a melody
float on the wind.
A song that has played
for all eternity
sung from the heart
of all that is and ever was.
Oh, how my heart
longs to beat in sync with your heart
beat foe beat
and prove the daylight world
to be a liar and a fool.
Oh, my love of you
is a fire that burns within me
a holy soft and fierce flame.
Oh, how I wish to find
the words that live
at the bottom of eternity
and reside in the very heart of God
to tell of my deep longing
and unearthly love of you.
Oh, how my life
and oh, how my soul is not my own.
Oh, words cannot express
my love of the soft beat
of your heart
or the lovely and passionate
heart of your soft warm flesh.
Oh, to pleasure or pain
I am bound.
Oh, how your fingers hold the key
to a love so soft and so wonderful
or an endless world of woe and pain.
Oh, my heartΒ Β sings
an everlasting symphony of love for you
Oh, for such a lovely haunting creature.
Oh, the world is so blind
to never see God's holy treasure.
A song of the first creation
and a song to out last
all the days of eternity.
This feeling of love and passion
a mystery of mysteries
impossible to be spoken.
Oh, an everlasting flame
in my heart and soul
Oh, how it burns for you
and I am forever bound to you
in chains and shackles
forged from a soft
and passionate fire.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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