Viola was a lovely girl, <br />her laugh was blatant funny. <br />All time spent inside her world, <br />made me richer than all of money. <br />All good things must end someday, <br />or so I've heard folks say. <br />The hardest truth to be believed, <br />is she would go away. <br />Leave me here a broken man, <br />sobbing on the floor. <br />If love will always feel like this, <br />than I don't want no more. <br />Is there a way a man like me, <br />can drink away his sorrows? <br />And if the pain returns again, <br />will I drink some more tomorrow? <br />All the people there for me, <br />don't know the words to say. <br />They've never had a love like her, <br />my love Viola Grey.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-viola-grey/
