I'll swing to your madness,
the old ropes your dad tied to,
a backyard fun that's been wired
and shadows, come part to blind,
and yet, surprises to this fool,
I open my eyes to you smiling
and those snap moments of giggling....
Your hair getting wrapped up here
with the nose to nose of your cheeks.
A poem of the beautiful innocence of first love.
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