Little Red-Haired Girl
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
That little red-haired girl, so cute, so nice
You only looked and looked from afar
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
You could’ve held her hand
You could’ve walked her home from school
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
She never got your Valentine
At least, you forgot to sign your name
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
No hope of marriage now, nor children for old age
Happily ever after has now long gone
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
Now every love poem is a sad poem
And the world is blue and down
You never told her that you loved her…
You never told her that you loved her…
You never told her that you loved her, Charlie Brown
Fun poem and you know how I feel about the picture.
Reblogged this on Catch a Falling Star and commented:
Here’s a Charlie Brown-based poem for a day when I feel like a blockhead.
Had several “red haired girls” in my life. I never told them either. Oh, what might have been and I never reached out. Never thought I could be blessed that way. Divorced and alone 35 years. Seems romance was not in the cards for me. But I never…
I have been married now for 24 years, but I didn’t find someone foolish enough to marry me until I was 38. I let too many little redhaired girls drift out of my life too.