I once knew a woman named scarlet
Her lustrous red hair
Her name was scarlet

I discovered her on an orange autumn day
Her name was scarlet
And there was nothing I could say

My thought transcended words or meaning
My eyes were glazed
As I stood there dreaming

She walked ever so slow
As for an instant I stood hollow as love replaced my heart
I watched and let her go

Years pass as sweet love looses its flavor
Fleeting images of lustrous red hair
Remind me of what I had once ceased to savor

Soon enough I discover with glee
sitting upon my death bed, scarlet before me
It truly was meant to be

Wandering Scarlet

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