hide and go seek

If you want to I can count to a hundred and one.
I can bend rules if it means you’ll be having more fun.

It’s not hiding if you’re riding my back while I stand.
The way your thumb fits like Joshua’s trumpets when you pull back my hands

I lost my count, but look I found something I can hear.
It started little then it tickled when you spoke in my ear,

“You won’t always go through your days with me in your view.”
Speaking scares me but you dared me to listen to you.

“Though you want be able to see, my hearts beats with yours.”
And you kept on; “Our love’s so strong we never far from shore.”