Scarlet

Shall I compare Thee to a rose, so elegant and still

The green petals sprinkled in water droplets exaggerating your elegance 

Scarlet, my sweet scarlet, your hair flows gently, cascading down like tears on ones cheek

Your beauty, meant not to be disturbed but to be caressed and meticulously cared for,

Isolated if not admired or cherished by me and only me

Your mind succeeds what most might envision it as but implements

the very components of your heart