Hopeless romance

I love, love.
I love the idea of love.
The motion and notion of utter intoxication in the one whom makes you weak.
The hopelessness you feel when staring into their eyes, wondering "What's Next..." As your heart flutters literally out of your chest and into your beloved's perfect fist.
We all take a chance when allowing ourselves to fall so hard for someone; anyone. So hard we bounce. So hard we break? So hard we shatter and find the strength to rebuild but with stronger intuition masked in scrutiny and skepticism.
Buy me roses.
Buy me chocolate.
Buy me jewels and provide me the world.
For you, I'd tear apart every fear you have just for you to grow.
Bloodied fingers; I'd carry you.
Tired legs; I'd war for you.
Weary heart; I'd cover you.
Like the Y in lovely, we would seal an active idea of romance read about only in convenience store novels.
The I would lean to you and with that we would create an us.
An Us in hopeless romance seeking no reprieve from our oasis.