I’ve people heard talk about sweet 16 but I had a sour 16. So when I turned 17, I was compelled to make up for the lost fun and experience. Thus my sweet 17!
Before any one starts pointing accusing fingers, they might want to know that scarlet is purely fictional! And it’s not in any way about the actress Scarlet Jo-something!
What can I compare you to?
Nothing! May be a scarlet rose
Its petals obscenely delicate;
A butterfly, whose beauty up-close
Defies every lexis’ word;
Or a rainbow, its colours meticulate.
Is there such purity
As that of early morning dew,
But that of an Angel’s serenity?
Who then am I,
Venus her deserved credit to deny?
For I’d sing rhyme after rhyme
And bribe numbers to my count
(standing atop Olympus the mount)
if ever from Jove I knew
that such was your word!
