Who'll Fall Headlong First?

In their throes of love, a tree rocks Back and forth, roots near uplifted Hold tight; a fear a paradox- Comes to them, all subsidised. They are like two forests embracing Second, guessing the changing wind Who'll fall headlong first? Heart racing Will forever be intertwined? The other will be entangled By a Virginia creeping vine— It will turn from a wild spangled- Green; to something a lot more sublime. Their love shall carpet the ground Spread scarlet waves across the sky The horizon shall look tie-dyed Rose dimpled like a rainbow trout. In their throes of love the world shakes Down the blossom on the budding bough It opens secret hearts endow With gifts therein all-time forsakes.