This visage framed in Fire,
These eyes now veiled in Red,
This heart in Crimson now reflected,
Flowing down from beauty’s head.

These locks so soft,
Now blown across,
The face of one unknown,
In Scarlet beauty they caress,
The sweet and youthful tenderness,
Of one who finds herself alone.

Oh, to know what lies beneath,
Each and every Sunset tress,
The pain, the love, the hate, the grief,
Hidden under Loveliness.