To my Irish Redhead- Happy St Paddies Day

To my Irish Redhead

In the 6th grade, she was my teacher
She was a beautiful redheaded creature
I was so anxious to be called upon
When she did I would just stutter on
And that would make me blush RED
There I stood wishin' I was dead

My thoughts were scrambled

No one had ever affected me this way
Puppy love, that's what my mom would say
She took me with her to PTA at school,
Told my teacher about me, I felt the fool
She smiled at me, I could have cried
On the outside smiled, inside I died

I got over it, like mom said I would

I was sixteen at the local mall
I saw this woman, she was slender and tall
My heart started to pound faster
A stunning redhead skin of alabaster
To get near her without being seen
I stepped closer but behind a screen

Instantly I was drenched in sweat

I hid till she was gone
To her I would be a pawn
I told my father about my day
He laughed, said what can I say?
Someday you find the right one
Don't hurry, play the field son

Life ever challenging

Went in the Marines, got married
In battle her picture I carried
She kept me in good stride
I showed her off with pride
She has strength, and fiery fire
To keep her happy is my desire

To My Loving Wife

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JDW©2008

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