Imaginary and perfected beauty

Sometimes people make out others to be more than what they really are without ever taking the opportunity to really get to know them. I am often one of those people...

In real life

She is but

An ordinary woman,

Yet in my mind,

Over the years,

With time and distance,

Not seeing her face,

I created her,

A goddess. 

The perfect woman

With the perfect smile.

A perfect voice,

A perfect laugh,

And in between us,

The ideal connection.

Years pass by,

I see her again.

She is only human,

Yet I can't help it,

A wave of emotions

Flood my mind.

She leaves my sight,

but still, 

After seeing truth,

I still retain,

What I created.

My imaginary friend.