Running

I ran as if an hurricane blew me along, so swift my journey, I did not stop to admire hill nor mountain as my breath labored, finally I could run no more and stopped. I heard as my pursuer gathered pace and neared me, I ran again as if a hurricane blew me along, such danger gave me wings, finally again I stopped and turned to face my demon. I sat waiting on a rock subdued, my lungs ached from exhaustion, I saw the sun setting over the mountains as slowly dusk approached, finally, I saw him near and my heart beat loudly in my chest. I had not asked for love and sought not to find it, it found me, love chased me and would not be stopped however fast I ran from it, finally I saw the face of love and was captured.