skepticist

My friend I call my skeptic does not believe we will ever know love,
People fall into infatuation; the rest of the magic we design in our heads,

And one day the wind will blow over and the fire will put out.
Easily falsified and affected by factors of time and surroundings, the very feeling is over embellished with to begin with.

Yet, how you now fly, on the wings of dreamery and crazy fancy as claiming that I am the only one, the finest one, and the eternal.
And on he goes to verify: I never leave his thoughts, I am ever in his mind. I dwell in his heart, and a relief he cannot find.

Is this self created fantasy, the affect of infatuation? Am I to believe the steadfast skeptic that cares for me with no boundaries and whose fervor will not wane with time?

No, to him, this is the truest most ardently expressed emotion he has ever put into words, which, by the way, are a failing means of such a description.
The feeling is not touched by the mere passing of time or the falling of the earth around him. It will never sway and will never go away.

Is it possible that you have contradicted all previously mentioned notions only with different words and disguised hypocrisy?

Yes, he claims it is likely.
If this is not love, what is it?

Unrequited.