I fall further every day.

I want to know about her,
  and she wants to know about me.
Day by day we learn more,
  offer more,
  give and receive more,
  together.

She is beautiful, in every way.
Her outer appearance and her inner thoughts;
  her body, mind, heart, and soul.
When she cries, the world cries with her.
When she's happy, she lights up the earth.

I want to scoop her up in my arms
  and crush whatever tries to hurt her.
I want to be her sword and her shield,
  her anchor and her wings,
  her friend,
    confidant,
    partner,
    lover.

I fall further in love every day.

One day I will free myself from this love.

One day I will take my heart back
  from a woman who would never give me hers.
She sees me as a child,
  as a friend,
  as nothing more,
  and one day that thought will be painless.

One day I will accept that she doesn't love me,
  and one day after that I won't mind it a bit.

One day I will see her on the street
  and my heart will not speed up,
    my cheeks will not turn red,
    I will not stumble or slip;
  I will simply smile and greet her
  and go on.

One day I will no longer love her.
My brain knows this for a fact.
But my heart
  still hurts
  and still
  hopes.