I fell for you in your creamy golden skin,
Dreamed up morning glory after last-night’s-late-hour-sins,
I convinced myself I could ride your words right into some other world,
I lingered between the madness and sanity of a woman-turned-love-struck-girl,
But my ideas of you are grander, than reality seems to permit,
That after I finished accumulating the facts,
I learned that I really had just created a myth.