Melting away The person we love Or the person we think we love May not be the person We think they are But instead A figment of our imagination An illusion of our own design A cocktail of wistful and wishful thinking As we give them The benefit of the doubt Ignore red flags And plunge willfully And recklessly Into bliss and rapture Like there is no tomorrow As if the cotton candy dream we hold so dear Will last Endure And never melt or fade Away