Living in my romance book

As I write a romance story which is my very first book, Me, the intuitive feeler, with a deep anxious outlook, But damn he's too complex, he transcends stereotypes, When he meets the intriguing, his feminine energy hypes. Full of vivid perceptions, an Idealist but very drained, But enough talk about me, let's talk about the girl, She is not able to speak, but her image and writing aligned, With her beautiful heart and energy, and made my mind whirl. We are humans limited by time, but our hearts rhyme, With a melody as pure as one from a bamboo flute, We can keep talking all day, as if something stopped time, She probably thinks I'm shy but like I am a cat too cute.