Red is the colour of fire and passion,
It burns with a bright glowing flame.
The colour of the hair that flows over your shoulders,
Love, in deed and by name.
A mischievous girl true, but really so gentle,
You blush the most charming cerise.
I know the real you, a kind-hearted soul,
Your smile, it puts me at ease.
The clouds as they turn from golden to cherry,
The sunset splays spirited hues.
Lips so soft and deliciously crimson,
Red is the colour of you.
A kiss that lingers, a taste so sweet,
My alluring, delightful girl crush.
You taste like red candy on the tip of my tongue.
You are my luscious sugar rush.
A redhead for me, a cheeky little tease,
All day spent running through my head.
A red in my heart, but also my soul,
A red curled up in my bed.I was encouraged to give writing a go so I thought I'd try a poem. It's my first one, be kind
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