It's A Who

They say only a fool would fall for you,
but I know I am not.

Because of all things—
every move you made I observed,
every step you took I followed,
every ally you had I approached,
every outfit you wore I remembered,
every place you hid in I discovered—
—with my entire ingenuity had I succeeded in performing all those,

but still I failed;
in bringing every piece of your heart into my world,
and escorting every piece of you into my arms.

If I was not a fool who fell for you, then what would that make me be?
A genius who deemed other worldly obstacles unchallenging, except for the idea of chasing after the impossible; what I knew was never meant for me and could never be in my possession?

Oh wait,
it's never a what.
It's a who.

It's you.