Deeper, narrower

Deeper, narrower,
Remote as Weeki Wachee's
Caves are my love's straits.
Inaccessible, and yet
The dream is to descend there.

Commitment

In me he placed trust,
So I have to tread, plod,
And, if I must, play tricks
To make our truth applaud.

He chose to commit
To me and help collect
The fragments I cannot.
I must prove him correct.