Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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."

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