WOMAN IN RED. A poem by Ann Wilson

Why are you so sad
Pretty woman in red.
Your eyes stained with tears
Was it something he said?

Your head in your hands
Full of grief and despair.
Did he say he was leaving
That he didn't care?

You say life is pointless
If he's not with you.
But hold on my darling
Your dreams can come true.

You are still young
And you are worth more.
Sometimes the right man
Is worth waiting for.

I remember these words
That my mother said
When I was that girl
A pretty woman in red.