I dreamed of living in a tree.
It seemed just right for you and me —
To climb and be above it all,
Since we were neither of us tall.
I dreamed that we would live there, but
The doorway to our joy was shut;
My age not right for us to mix,
Since I was five, and you were six.
They say that number’s just an age:
But yours was on a different page —
I had it all planned out, you see:
A boy, a girl, a love,