Have I this thing about.....

First there was Carol.Thirteen when we met,living only minutes apart we passed each other on the way to our schools.What do I remember,ginger hair,freckles,and green green eyes.I heard she became a navy wife,but that was when we were young.
Another four years before Margaret.With her blue,shot silk dress,auburn hair falling halfway down her back,and as I later learned,hidden freckles.We grew together,and then apart,yet even now if she would call.
Joyce,her flame red hair,freckles,and deep green brown eyes,she moved like a cat.Dancing with her was like drifting,and in her arms I floated on a cushion of love.I wake from a dream,the dream is she and I want it never to end,but it does.With a sigh and a tear.