Viola
Must have been
A few weeks past
When I first met you
In a chat and with your friend
If I recall correctly
We hit it off great
I acted my part
Of the Tortured poet
Very shy
And never one
To ask a girl out
And then there was you
The perfect angel
Fitting into the role of concerned young girl
A good friend
You always tired to be
No matter what I went threw those first few weeks
You were there that concerned young girl
Making sure
I'd have some fun
And try to get my little mind
Off the thoughts of depression
And my words of hate
You turned to words of love
Like the perfect angel
You lifted me up
And broke that shell
I wore so well
Introduced me to the light
Showed me
That it wasn't so bad
And everything
Would be alright
In the end
You were right
In the end
You were the perfect girl
To be the perfect friend
And help me along my way
Bringing cheer to my day
You made me laugh
You made me concerned
About you
When you were down
And one of those days
That friendship we had formed
Excelled to something more
Some call love
I knew it was true
That I liked you
And that you felt the same
The day of prodding
From both me and you
We told each other
Concerns slipped away
And a mutual bond
Formed in the wake
A thing called love
Viola
Since I met you
I somehow knew
It'd end up this way
I didn't mind
Now I'm glad
I stayed with you
For those weeks I knew you
Were enjoyable
And fun
For now and for the future
I hope our bond will stay strong
And friendship
Will always be there for us both
No matter what
I'm going to love you to the day I die