Time before thee

In the times before I met thee
My heart just screamed like a banshee
My roses were ever wilting
The tables were always tilting

Ravens would circle over head
Everything filled my lungs with dread
Skies full of ominous clouds
Felt wary of the biggest crowds

Once thee were delivered to me
There would be no "after thee flee"
Thy trust filled me with such wonder
Needed no more fear of thunder

Just like a penny on the ground
My good luck ne'er fails to astound
Thee made me climb out the abyss
Now we tour rainbows as we kiss

Poetry form: Quatrain
Rhyme scheme: aabb
Syllable count: 8 per line (bar the final line, which is 9)
Line count: 16


Written for: Day 12 of "Invalid Item"