In love with my persona of you

Maybe my heart has foreseen,
Persona that you've never been.
It's just me with my ideal you.
Inflating everything, whatever you do.

Infatuated in the non-existent fondness.
Deceived the eyes of benevolence.
Envisage you with invisible greatness.
Having your little concern to my existence.

And when old melatonin responded,
The real you had formed undoubted.
Whatever shape if granted,
I'd be a chameleon to be wanted.

Together we laugh with the crowd,
Was it impossible to meet your ground?
Your answer produced no sound.
Everything has started to drown.

The anticipation of my doom,
Your smile in melancholy room,
Ruins done in entrancing moon.
I will believe my lies over you.