In Leguan where I grew up we did not know anything like dating. You had to hide and talk to your boyfriend or send love notes.
Here’s one of mine in my youthful, innocent days
“I’ll trade my freedom to be
locked in the prison of your love
and deny myself the bounty of
the moon and stars shining from above
the chance to smell fresh wild daisies
(BAW Leguan 1975)
that grew along highways and byways
listen to the merry chirping of kiskadees
and soft flowing creeks to gaze
for I know in the cell of your love
I’ll enjoy all that I need and more.