Her obstinacy, her fastidious manner, and her insolent, careless nature makes it impossible for her to take notice of my love, my devotion to her. Her oblivion to my passion for her, to me, is like an iceberg is to a Titanic. She has a plethora of admirers, wooers, many of them surely are more powerful, wealthy, and appealing than me; a weak poor, boring person. But still in my fanatical reveries, I believe that my love, my devotion is more potent than all of them. My love isn't love anymore, it's something much more.
What made me fall for her, head over heels? Was it her seductive, bewitching looks? No. It was something else. I don't know man, I don't know. All I know is that my heart now worships her day and night.