Bean
I don't love you.
I daydream about marrying you.
But I don't love you.
I am filled with a terrible beauty at the thought of the impossibility of ever being your love.
And I am enriched by a delight that you exist and I know you at all.
I have gained more from your friendship than I think you can know.
But love isn't the word I'd use.
It would misinform about my sense of loss.
You are a sweet reminder of all I have losed.
Povey 2013