If we are supposed to have infinite compassion for all beings, making no exceptions and setting no one above another, how to be in love?

I ask because I am in turmoil right now and have been (half-heartedly, I’ll admit) attempting to fix it through meditation and looking for answers in various Buddhist and Hindu philosophies.  If I could give up all desires, I would; but I don’t find it fair.  Even to give up my desire for one person means the death of my brash, romantic heart, and I think it would do the object of my love a grave disservice.

The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes that this is the point of it all: to give up all wishes, including the need to have wishes.  The problem is, I don’t think I can give this up.  She’s commented numerous times on my immense ability to love.  She deserves, and has always deserved, much more than the compassion I feel for most people–even if that compassion were to be infinite.