Artistic Challenge Poem, Ruby

Ruby was, Ruby is

Ruby is my stone, Ruby was my love

I didn't pick her, Ruby picked moi

Ruby was keen on me when I was young

Not old in years, but older than her years

 

We'd known each other, it seemed a long while

Then that night, one that boys do remember 

Ruby's gone away, no way I'll find her

Though Ruby picked me, I didn't pick her

 

She left a rock, rock no one else can have
Placed near my heart I keep it there for her

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Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Picture courtesy Wikipedia, picture link,  http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/0d/Ruby_cristal.jpg/640px-Ruby_cristal.jpg (Wikipedia Ruby Article link)

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Today I'm linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Artistic Interpretation (Link)

 

Margaret challenged us to "respond to the images below [a wide array of crystalline rocks] in any way you like.  For this challenge I do require a new poem."

 

There is no one in my life named Ruby.  I do not 'kiss and tell'.  In case you wonder, my birthstone is Opal but I would not pick it for a poem like this; Opal is my mother's middle name.