The Scarlet Letter Poem by Bill Simmons

They placed upon her bosom
The scarlet letter of the foul
Now everywhere she would go or went
They would point their fingers now

The sly remarks the gestured eyes
No one would they love not
Of course there is her lover too
The price she paid for what

Forsaken by he too and all
Alone the tears would fall
Each step now taken she would take alone
She had answered her own hearts call

Oh the price she pays for forbidden love
When is ever enough
She suffers now for what they say she is
She was only in love

For her heart she had followed true
Now of stone would grow through years
But at last and of all they took
They could not forsake the tears.


2006 Bill Simmons