I am not in love with you.
I am in love with the you I created in my mind,
And I try and search for him like a blind
But I only find you and it's like a flu.

You have his face and body and you sometimes say the same things he says to me.
And when I see that your hands are touching others
It's like I am stung by one,huge bee.

And for a second I might cry.
But I remember then and there that you  are not  him.

You are just a temporary face
A face I liked for a blank space.
You are not the one who married me
And you are not the one I met at the Black Sea.
You are not the one who cried when he met his sweet pea
And you are not the one I see with me.