First poem in style of lord Byron

A love story so strong, of two hearts so bold, In a world that seems so wrong and cold. He ran up to the hilly gate with such haste, To find the one he was yearning to taste. The sight in vista entranced him with a powerful spell, She stood there in white clothes, like a snow-white shell. His heart raced as they gazed into each other's eyes, The sweet shyness told him this love was no lie. And the soft cool air blew through them both, Bringing forth a feeling deeper than oaths. He stepped and bridged the gap between them both, Wrapping her in his arms, she felt like a soothing cloth. From then on their flame only grew brighter and higher, The mystic music playing only magnified the fire.