Blinded love

Interpret it as you like.Just trying to make an example from the nowadays often used 'dating sites'. You never really know who the other one really is and there could be an unpleasant surprise waiting

I've never seen you,

And certainly never spoke to you.

How do I know you then?

Your face,

your look,

all  your information

disclosed in a simple profile.

Is it a swindle?

Is it the truth?

How do I know if it's the real you?

Are you giving an illusion,

hiding behind tools,

lying through the screen

and making countless fools?

I am falling, 

believing you

and you pretty lies...

I am blinded from illusion

my perception is not right.

After days and weeks that pass,

I am meeting up with you-

I imagine you to be

as gorgeous as you told. 

But in the blink of an eye,

it was shattered.

The illusion,

My dream.

Cause the love I feared from meeting

was an older man than me

Author's Note

Please notify me if you can find grammar or vocab mistakes. Or if you have suggestions how to improve the poem. Thanks in advance!