Love, Alabaster

A poem from my student years, discovered deep in my hard drive. I recall that I had attempted to write something that would sound good with the tempo of a runaway train, but that would slow to a gentle stop in the final line. I implemented dactylic heptameter to achieve this. Did I succeed? Read it out and let me know!
 

I have been caught on occasions of gazing, persuasions of phrasing that you’re in my eye.
Defying and doubting the prying and shouting, and sprouting affliction I cannot deny.
The fiction in lying and diction in trying to sigh when depictions of you cross my mind,
I’m finding the binding that’s ever-unwinding my heart is departing and leaving behind
a rattling ribcage still battling enraged, forgotten and rotten from heartbreak turned ill.
Yet here in my grieving, my chest feels a heaving of leaving a part of my heart yet to fill.
I hurt, but I’m trusting in flirting and thrusting my sad inhibitions far out of my sight.
I’m finding the worried unconfident flurry of butterflies constantly flying in fright,
The might I can muster, a tightening cluster of strength, alabaster and shockingly white,
Unlocking a feeling of real heavy healing appeal that has shown me my own guiding light,
That’s heightened from hiding, and weaving and wide in my eyes and inside of my delicate soul;
I see there your presence, a daring pearlescence, an essence of blessing that you are my goal.
Not tolling or taxing, but matter-of-fact in the fact that I do, when with you, feel I’m whole.