Or Was That I? Poem by Johnathan Stokes

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?