Among The Scarlet FieldAmong the scarlet field,Among The Scarlet Field by ~BelleJalousie
Memories remain alive.
Sorrows are absorbed,
And smiles always strive.
When I was just a child,
I'd sit among the flowers,
And my grandmother would talk.
Sharing stories, for hours.
She spoke of her husband,
Who died not long ago.
But never did she cry or frown;
Only happiness would show.
"I remember our first date.
This is where we came.
I expected it to be so boring..
I hardly knew his name!"
I would dream of my first date.
I'd share a meal, like she told,
With my future lover, future husband.
We'd fall in love, we'd grow old.
"I couldn't get him off my mind.
I knew it wasn't just a crush;