This sounds to me like a woman in love with a man's potential. I have fallen into this trap before. Until I realized everyone has potential - but not everyone has what it takes to do something with it.
My last relationship was heartbreaking. Watching a man slowly suffer. Seeing what could have been... and what wasn't. You can only do so much for a person who won't do for themselves.
Then there are people out there who have tremendous potential, but no capacity for emotion, which is another kind of illness. What would it be like to be unable to put yourself in another's shoes, or to be unable to feel remorse?
Some little nitpicks - I think you need to say "that must be A revered talent." and "I can't BreathE without a taste." I also think the last three lines read awkward, but only because of the phrasing. Perhaps even some punctuation would help in this case, or maybe bracketing "no fights, no butterflies," because after this line, I seem to lose the connection to the third-last.