A Statement of Fact

Do you know why
I fell in love with you?
I don't.
I just know that I did.

Wait.

Saying it so is, not enough. 
It's not that I once fell for you; It's not that I still love you, which I do.
That act of falling, happened; happens; is happening; it's happening all the time. 

It's an outside pulling from the self;
It is quiet, heart-sensed, inner snowfall;
timeless, resetting, visions of you
where saying
I'm falling in love with you
is saying it for the first time,
every time.

Go to where I can't reach you;
fall in love with another man
and live your life complete.
It will not matter.

I cannot change this vector
of my existence,
I cannot bend the shape
of what describes me
as I shall always be.
And though I know our lives
will continue to lead apart,
bonded to your essence
I have been and shall always be
since I first saw you,
that very first time.