Isn't she Loavely?

I loave that I’m young,
Yet I cannot redeem this,
A love for a simpler
More melodic time
 
I’m not a tailor,
You’re not a seamstress,
In that respect, we’re the same;
All differences aside
 
The first time that I saw you,
Guess that I foresaw this
We’d live in thesaurus
And settle with rhymes
 
When you do the stupid,
I’ll run with cupid,
Point my arrows to the hills
With a new bow by my side