It oft is said, “when something seems too good to be true, it probably is.”
You came, Whirlwind, you came,
Sweeping me off my feet,
Charting me a new course,
One I’d rather not walk.
Friends you said we’d be,
That was just fine by me,
For you see, I belonged to another,
And Us asunder, I would not have.
But that manner, that gait, that subtlety,
Your finesse that took my breath away,
Found me asking, loyalty flinching,
“Where have you been all my life?”
You gained me slowly but surely,
Then voom, in the flash of an instant,
You’re gone and lost forever,
Was that a mirage I saw or something?
I smile that knowing smile:
I should have known
You were the Phantom
The fleeting fantasy that never was