Slowly...

He starts to give his heart away to another, in whom he starts to trust.

you

Yes, you, he has a crush on you, and it's per his heart, not lust.

"Your eyes pierce my heart, like darts they start. To breach my soul and make me part from the darkness I once was, made anew in your presence, my heart for you grew."

Othello repeated as he glanced down at the hand-written poem he made the past hour.

Letters on the page arrange declarations of his love true.