Last Night, I cried My Tears.
On this Pillow of Mine.
Remembering My Woman,
whose Virtues were Divine.
A Classy Woman,
with Mystical Powers.
She was the only Rose,
in My Garden of Flowers.
She walked in My Shoes,
to share all My Tears.
As the Months passed by,
so flew the Years.
How much I Miss,
this last Love of Mine.
I'm Drowning My Sorrows,
on a Bottle of Wine.