Poetic GIants of Raspberry

I feel in love with the idea that she could never exist in world not of my design but of the master plan of thieves of hearts and crooks of kisses and hugs. What does this mean when I stand looking out for her at the shore of destiny as the waves come crashing in. The only thing I have to protect myself is a life vest with a knife by its side that only speaks verbs on words that have felt my heart beat inside of it. So does this mean it knows me better than that of me or is it that this is my last stand to fall in love with someone with beauty and intelligence like hers.