Lovely Viola crushed my heart
She left me and slipped away
To the far country of New Zealand
To the blue Hawke's bay
I gazed at the dark skies
I counted the stars
Waiting for a comet
that saw Viola
To fall and flash in the sky
to tell me where she are
I sailed the oceans
I fought the high waves
I met hurricanes
Searching for Viola
who crushed my heart
Gone and slipped away
not slipped...just drifting...nice use of the name Sherif...thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem to a wonderous lambikini...