The situation

I have care, and love, even though this love is not her only love.
She wants to feel like she did before, a deeper love, only because
It was more subordinate. She cares so much she cannot break my heart,
Even though her heart is broken being without him. Her heart is divided,
Because she is her parents: her father likes me and her mother likes him.
I love her, and she will stay with me.
I love her, but she will always be divided.
She loves me, even though I will not wait for her.
I cannot wait for her, because my heart would be broken.
As hers was before. She knows how it feels, and feels
As if she can never love the same again.
Which is why she cannot break my heart, fearing
That I will be subject to the same fate.
Now she loves two, and cares for both, more than for herself even.
She has to learn to decide for herself, what is best for herself, what she wants.
He will never love anyone like her because no one will treat him as well as she did,
Which he now requires in a woman because he got used to it. But he got fed up
And kicked her out, breaking up with her. It was his fault. He wasn’t appreciative
Of the best thing that ever happened to him. But the best thing that ever happened to me
I appreciate and cherish to the point of reverence. And she is mine now.
Because she deserves to be cherished.
Because she deserves to be loved.
And we are good enough for each other, which makes us perfect for each other:
Besheret. But she will always cry. Cry because she didn’t get her love,
Because she can’t be with her love, because she would ruin love for me,
And she cares so much she won’t ruin love for me because he ruined love for her.
She won’t go back to him because he ruined his own love, and she won’t ruin mine.
So unselfish. This is the most beautiful, good, loving, caring act anyone could imagine. She sacrifices her love for her happiness, spares me a similar fate, and cries for him who ruined his own love, and wants to get it back.