Your name is Little Red
Well your code name, that is
You're kept a secret from Parents
I talk about my Little Red to friends
They know not to say your name when Mom is around
Because in this day and age
I have to keep you a secret to stay alive
But when the lights are low
And nobody is home
I get to show you to the world
It's society's fault that my mother can't know
I'd get kicked out or worse
But when we are in public
They get to see
How much I love you and you love me
Gays are slowly becoming known
But its hard to explain to a parent
How you don't have a gender
You aren't he or she
You are in between
You have long red hair and beautiful green eyes
Am I considered gay or is that just a lie?
But for now you're hidden away
From parents to see
This love that is blossoming
Between you and me

Her eyes were pale, a blue crystallized moment frozen like an arctic ocean, frozen in a moment in time, and a beautiful one at that.
Her hair, a smooth red, long strands of vanilla scented silk.
Whether put up in a bun or let down, there was something about the way it framed her face.
When let down, her hair complimented her smile in a way that can only be explained as upper class charm though being an every day country girl, but while also being somewhat natural in an animalistic way.
Not in a barbaric sense, but a natural set of waves and curls that when combined with her fierce locking blue eyes seemed to grip my heart and aggressively pull it into her grasp.
A sort of fierce sexuality hidden beneath her pale complexion.
A fire like body, hair, and personality in equal measure. I, of course, found her beyond the definition of irresistible.

Sunshine radites though her hair,
Soft moonlight liummantes through mine

Thus the moon chases after the sun

Eyes of steel emeralds,
And pale opals
The best perhaps ever mined

Blackbeards most precious find

Moonlight dances along her skin
And fire on mine.

To the girl
With fire
for hair
Animate my soul  
Burn away the loneliness