Is it a love story?

In this story I feel like I'm missing my cues.
Have I misread the text?
Is it all skewed?
Or should I believe what I've read in you...

Between the lines weaves the web of plot,
With different inflections sub-text is sought,
And from behind a curtain,
Foreshadowing peeks its nose out.

But as the main character I don't even know...
Is our story narrated form above?
And is this even a story about love?
Could my happiness be sarcasm in some satire scene?

Possibly your sweetness is just an attempt at irony,
And my trust then becomes a laughable thing,
Or perhaps it really is the addition of a little contrast?
It's real, proving even the worst streaks of luck won't last.

This story flows with such an air of truth,
Still I can't shake the feeling my story should be asunder,
And so I can't help but wonder...
Is this just verisimilitude?