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. Image for this poem is https://c8.alamy.com/comp/D33T6B/boy-and-girl-on-tree-swing-D33T6B.jpg