The red poppy flowers, like a passionate embrace,
Still linger in my veins, long after I leave this place.
A memory of that feeling, a sweet summer embrace,
No longer here to hold me, as I head to my office space.
The wind carries the whisper of a red poppy love affair,
As I take one last look, a remembrance I will always share.
The red poppy flowers, like a blessing from the sky,
Leave me with a feeling, that no matter how far, I will never die.
