The first time I saw her, I knew her name,
She wore Scarlet Begonias tucked in her hairs,
So I just called her so,
My Scarlet Begonias her name thenceforth.
I still find her thousand watt smile,
Shaming the sun every time it dares cross her sight,
In the yellow lights her black frame shone,
Like a star kept for her own.
Some days I would hear her sing,
Auditoriums, amphitheaters, the big stage and the coffee shop too,
And all those other singers I cursed,
Who had ruined them songs before her.
Some days I would see her act,
And lost in her eyes I forgot,
It was not me but the darkness she was talking to,
Darkness her beautiful ally.
I think of words to call her out,
Every time such a loss of them I feel,
The poverty of words to capture her soul,
So I call her Scarlet Begonias and let it be so.
As she moves away to the beautiful lowlands,
I wish she would cross those plains again,
And tell perfection what it means to be her,
Oh Scarlet Begonias may your bloom bring infinite smiles.