Irony

clearly describes the situation we are in; contradictory as the perfectly created mistaken accident, a parody like the most sad romance, far-fetched assumption yet a remotely close believable fact, trying to fulfill the desire with implausible truth as of fool's gold, attacked but recoiled by a double-edged sword, strong as the acquainted ties between my soul and your heart, you're right next me but all I can conclude to is that I'm so close, but yet you're still so far. Will I ever have you?