made up

only one real "thing"  in all of this
it was all made up except the kiss
solely fabricated this story I told
entirely fiction truth be hold

it was all made up I'll say it again
a perfect fantasy from start to end
had it been real it would've been bland
yearnings and longings strategically planned

pictures and images indeed saint
affection and love eloquently quaint
reactions and gestures without  drama
emotional peace without trauma

it was all an illusion made up by me
the only craved love was pain free
it was all a game for a little while
delightful care that made me smile

it was all a recital played by me
notes on a piano I chose each key
a ballroom tango I asked you to dance
moments of ecstasy and  seconds of trance

it was all a poem I had to recite
a hope and dream to again ignite
the only way this story can live
sadly enough is for reality to give