I feel like you captured the romantic feeling I often hear (and apply myself) when I stumble upon dark times. In seeing the darkness, the pre-darkness before, always seems so full of light, full of flying. Then suddenly her wings were not working anymore. At first I felt like this as a poem about pushing away her love, but it ended up being a poem about her story, and in how you. . . almost awe of her was brought into a deep support and love for her in her suffering. There was a progression from, 'I think you are too good to love me', to "I am here - I love you." :)