Infatuation, real?

Blessed with the joy of hope
When new heart feels all that is to come
Elated promise without constraint
Love you more than anyone

It’s an empty vacuous high
Like dreaming on the furthest star
This time substance might be there too
There’s a chance, this is right

Can’t put my hand on it
Can’t grasp why I feel what I feel
I’ve no basis to be in this emotive state
But this infatuation might be real