I once knew a woman named scarlet <br />Her lustrous red hair <br />Her name was scarlet <br /> <br />I discovered her on an orange autumn day <br />Her name was scarlet <br />And there was nothing I could say <br /> <br />My thought transcended words or meaning <br />My eyes were glazed <br />As I stood there dreaming <br /> <br />She walked ever so slow <br />As for an instant I stood hollow as love replaced my heart <br />I watched and let her go <br /> <br />Years pass as sweet love looses its flavor <br />Fleeting images of lustrous red hair <br />Remind me of what I had once ceased to savor <br /> <br />Soon enough I discover with glee <br />sitting upon my death bed, scarlet before me <br />It truly was meant to be<br /><br />Wandering Scarlet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-love-11/
