False impression

I fancied her, and thought that she was sweet;
But soon, I learned I fancied her too well.
I thought her beauty made my life complete,
But looks can hide an easy road to hell.
I'd made my love a Hollywood romance,
A story doomed by life, and quite unfair.
In honesty, it never had a chance;
In truth, she was no goddess past compare.
In time, all my devotion turned to dust;
"It's better now, than later on," I said.
The happy ending, now no more discussed,
My ardent dreams of bliss woke up, and fled.
My plans for life with her all came to naught,
Though she once churned my every waking thought.