While some found the tunnels a haven of peace,
There were those that could never be free.
Their wants and desires were twisting, and turning,
In a heart made of wishes and dreams.
For Vincent, the world of the tunnels Below,
Was a sanctuary of stillness and rest.
For Catherine, it was a World apart from her own,
Where she came and went like royalty's guest.
When burdened and worried, terrified, broken,
He would travel to an apartment Above.
The subway would take him, the shadows would hide him,
Till he was wrapped in her safe, gentle love.
Catherine would travel, covert and sly
Hidden from passersby's wandering gaze.
She would run through tunnel's darkness, one thought in her mind,
To reach Vincent who would take fear away.
One of them found love beneath the bustling city,
One of them found it in a high-rise below stars.
One's path was in tunnels where subways flew wildly,
One's path was a hidden door in the walls.
Though one could never learn to live down Below,
And the other could never be seen Above,
They had to find glue that would hold them so tight,
And that glue was created as Love.
Vincent would travel under cover of night,
Catherine under cover of their discovery's fear.
Both would find safety in each other's world,
And love each time they appeared.
Some would cry, "woe, woe, woe, to the man,
Who builds his dreams on other's distant care
Of the longing so terrible in his sad aching heart,
That love drives off weakness, fear, and despair.
Yet, fate would smile, and give them a chance,
That noble governor of time.
The passing of their love from one world to another,
Was the lot that fate planned and designed.