Jackie – a “drop dead gorgeous” young woman - was a visiting hairdresser, who came regularly to attend to my wife’s hair and – whilst with us - she also cut mine.
She was a true romantic; head firmly in the clouds. One day whilst cutting my hair she sighed, saying how she always wished and dreamt about someone writing a love poem to her. I could not resist, I offered. She – on the other hand and despite my gallant effort – could resist and never did…
The “Little Detective” referred to in the third stanza was a young CID officer in the Metropolitan Police, who was Jackie’s sweetheart. I believe they eventually married, after which Jackie gave up hairdressing and I – finally - gave up offering to write “love poems” to younger women.
Don't know why you gave up writing love poems to younger women, unless it was because you were married, honoring your wedding vows - I would have loved to be the recipient of one of them. =] Precious, my dear Peter. Well done.