when I did deeply fall in love with him,

when I did deeply fall in love with him,
I found myself hidden in ancient tunnels,
and I panicked that I might be forever lost
in darkness I screamed but with careful beauty
that I might not scare him further far away
and should he run faster than a bitter wind
I wrote poems about the fresh gentle breeze,
that he might too with ease abide the storms,
and brave infernal air with simple love songs