Into your eyes.

I used to fall for objects, 
moments, words and art
shying always from people, 
a gypsy soul at heart.

But now

leaning into new days,
 shifting with the tides.

I throw my fears toward the horizon,
 as I fall into
 your eyes.

"Love it will not betray you, dismiss or enslave you

It will set you free

Be more like the man

you were made to be.

There is a design 

An alignment to cry

Of my heart to see

The beauty of love as it was made to be."