Red

Red

I have met someone who they call Red,
The name comes from the hair on her head.
I know her as Vickey she is my friend,
To make her happy my last cent I will spend.

I have never been able to see her face,
But I've seen her soul filled with grace.
For a better friend one could not wish,
One I am so glad that I did not miss.

Why do people not like the colour red,
They think of anger not love instead.
Red is special I thought that was understood,
After all what colour is our lifeblood.

Who was it who said blondes have all the fun,
What about those with hair like the setting sun.
They are also full of life like a burning flame,
Who also know how to party the same.

You have shared with me your joy and pain,
How I want to see you full of love again.
You are a friend that I wish to be near,
You are a special person Vickey dear.