Scarlet Poem by Pierre Rausch

And after a pause he added
And if love means a holy sin
It still feels better slither jackpot
It stills feels better with a sin
Oh scarlet, scarlet dark red
Scarlet rediscovered
On entering all the sentiments
And after a pause he added
Any trace of anything
And if love means a holy sin
She was obliged to disrepute
I was furious and I informed
It is all the same to me
In Paris, at least, no one knows
Until it pleased the mayor
It is all the same to me
With eyes cast down
Any trace of anything - Scarlet