A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I sat to write some verse along the lines
of losing myself in your eyes and arms,
because it’s what I’ve read so many times
when poets fall for someone else’s charms.
I sat and thought about the way it feels:
my head on your shoulder and your arms ‘round
me; but thinking of your touch soon reveals
I don’t feel lost, but rather I feel found,
and when I sit and look into your eyes -
those windows to your soul - they are so deep,
yet I do not get lost! Quite otherwise:
I feel secure.  I’m glad I took the leap.
Within your eyes, in your embrace I do
not lose, but rather find, myself in you.

(For Maelen, from Dot)