Gain = Loss

The day she turned eighteen

Fell into my arms 

Was the day my heart lost its

Dearest best friend 

When his daughter chose me 

To be her first lover 

Begged me to pluck her from 

Her father’s garden

My name she would not wear 

Upon her caboose

Nor my ring upon her finger

She didn’t want to be 

Collared or bare my children 

Her time as my boy 

Toy was only to be tempoary