The red-haired girl

A fiery mane, a gaze so bright,
She stands entranced, a wondrous sight.
The motorcycle's sleek, shiny frame,
Captivates her heart, a love to claim.

Her eyes dance with the chrome and steel,
A dream takes shape, her heart does feel.
The roar of engines, a siren's call,
She longs to ride, to stand tall.

In the shop window, a vision fair,
A bike that beckons, beyond compare.
She reaches out, a hand to touch,
A moment's magic, a love so much.

The red-haired girl, with passion's fire,
Yearns to feel the wind, her spirit's desire.
The motorcycle's beauty, a work of art,
A dream she's chasing, deep in her heart.