Purr,whimper and play it back

To be deliriously infatuated is akin to be shaken to wakefulness from an ideal dream. Realising something is more profound than some shortlived liaison is petrifying, it makes you ponder  the hows and whys of it. You then find yourself submerged in the depths of absolute confusion wondering how did you get in so deep, fluctuating between the harsh pangs of reality and cloud nine. When all my sense of rationality is marred upon the sight of those sparkly hazel orbs and jellifying boyish simpers i realised i am at the disposal of an Adonis, much to my despair. I am also at the universe's callous mercy, i can only say such Adonis have been engineered in a way where there is one fatal flaw, a fatal flaw so prominent and significant i can only pass it off as a defect. How can my ideally crafted Adonis possesses such shortcomings? How? Or have i gone haywire?