To My Lost Ruby
For She was seven and I six...yes six
And never knew I that weird pull
Verily too strange for any such kids,
Though not that strange that one forbids.
Of course not of the sensual nature,
But that pull transcended
For she knew not and neither did I,
What that rose was that bloomed by & by
And those hopscotch days I still remember
Whenever we played I cheated her.
For she was so docile and I too clever.
But No! ...No! ...she proved even cleverer.
Perhaps she knew I was playing unfair,
But yet she protested not, I don't ...