There she stood, a beautiful dream
Bringing to life a dull day's scene,
Or was that I,
My eyes,
Fed by imagination?
She hadn't read what I had read,
Dreamed what I had dreamed,
Heard what I had heard,
Desired all I wanted,
Yet there she stood
Encompassing all of my essence
Bringing to my heart
Much more than a consistent melodic thumping.
Or was that I,
My eyes,
Fed by imagination?
This beautiful girl
Seemed full of artistic glory
Romances of admirable composition
Everything I thought I wanted,
But as I grew to know her
She was everything but what I first saw,
And I was let down by her
Or was that I,
My eyes,
Fed by imagination?
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