Visions of snow-capped mountains

I loved him and it hurt,
and it hurt, and it hurt even more.
And I loved him still, and it hurt no more.
And the hurt, when it went away, was taken over
by joy,
and beauty,
and glee,
and magnificence.
And he saw the joy,
and beauty,
and all.
And he was amazed.
And I love him still, even more.
And he doesn't even know.
I love him still, even though.