A scarlet scarf of the exquisite one, found on a grassy field.
The daily watch creates this find, a keepsake that will never be yield.
An image admired from a distance with splendor.
Audacity this self seek to create candor.

When stars comes out each night,
This self sits on the front porch on the rocker with no foresight.
A miserable mind is in agony with a gunfight.
Wanting on amorous moments for a love that is gone.
The scarlet scarf is the only mementos of the irresistible one.

The one this self was born to worship.
A soul searched for a simple friendship.
Circumstances prevented sentiments from expressing.
Bashfulness seals these lips from conversing.

Long-lived are those moments, lack of confidence unable to conquer.
Now, words of conjugal about her with another admirer.
Moments that could have been are no longer.
This self sits on the front porch on the rocker with no foresight.
The mind is in agony with a gunfight.

Dishearten of the never will be love, tears scurry to no end.
Convinced of a life that can’t be bent.
The flash of the caliber, witnessing of her nuptial this self will not attend.



SCARLET SCARF

Love Poems