I have loved the color scarlet since childhood. Bright and vibrant as children should be I wasn't a kid who stuck to the rules Instead a child who ran freely And when pink was the young girl norms I scream SCARLET. So maybe that's why I fell for you. Others warned me, calling you a red flag. But that's not it. How can you be so when you're burning scarlet? No, you're no red flag, you're a scarlet fire. Burning, devouring, full of desire Yet your flames burn my flesh, and I cry out But maybe love means being hurt while remaining devout No pain, no gain At least, that's what I knew. So maybe touching that scarlet fire wasn't the most dangerous thing to do. So let the flames arise Let them consume me Because I always have loved burning scarlet.