My Love Of Life Poem by Saint Cynosure

Viola is my love of life,
the reason for my cheer.
Its always like a holiday,
when she is standing near.
She empowers me in certain ways,
no other woman can.
Id be a fool to ever stray,
forever I'm her man.
With her I am a conquerer,
the king of all the land.
Not a fear felt in my heart,
with her to hold my hand.
With her I feel alive inside,
eternally in youth.
More beautiful than midnight skies,
purest next to truth.
My heart could say it better,
if only it could write.
But both of us agree on this,
she is my love of life.