I see you young and could-be-straying
Suspicion scars an ancient heart
Then I pretend and say I’m playing
Or else I’m gloomy we’re apart
But you’re so lovely every sense
Still leaves me in a sweet suspense
This is the crazy trust. I asked
About your times, thinking an hour
Might yet be vacant, somehow masked
In which you’d wander… what a shower
I am, you’ll maybe think, an arse
But – silly girl – look in the glass!
