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!