Blind for him

How could I have been so blind
Blind to see that his anger destroys me slowly
It hurts to the core and is felt for days
Yet it seems the sun sets for me,
For my eyes only.

I know somewhere out there someone sees the beauty
That I find in it every time I see it.
And I see the same beauty in him.
Even if him can't keep it,
I want to give him my heart.

His impatience and my frustration
Co-exist in harmony,
Sometimes there is an unbalance of power,
Disrupting the harmony
That is so hard to keep from being chaotic.

He doesn't know it yet,
But I think I'm falling for him.
How else could you explain why I put up with all the hurt?