The Cute Red Head

I sit in the beer garden
Not because I wanted a drink
Or because it was a nice day
But because I wanted to see her
I didn’t know her name
I just knew her as the cute red head
The girl with the open smiling face
And the full bountiful lips
Jade green eyes, and of course the red hair
I’m really rather sad
To come to the same ghastly pub,
To drink luke warm beer each day
Just for a glimpse of an angel

A Flame Haired Angel

It has to be said that Paul has a thing about red heads, whether it be the classic beauty of the pre raphaelite period or something more contemporary and minx like.


Romantic Love Poems


Romantic Poems

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