Real recognises Fake

I almost thought she was two..
  ..in my dreams,
and reality too...
  In my dream,
     we meet there..
there where...
we meet in my dream...
She was in a mask,
  seeing her was a task..
but I was able to see..
  Her,  Eyes..
n her, Smile..
  and so I was able to tell..
She was a beauty..
  a beautiful thing...
But then in reality..
    I was the one in the mask..
a mask that hide me from seeing her..
...n her beauty...
     ..those beautiful eyes,
n that cute smile..
    Were always by my side..
  by was blinded .. with pride..
till the day I knew she was one,
    and knew she was the one..
that I so in my dream..
   a beautuful thing...
Now the problem is my mask..
  removing it has been a task..
i guess, am now two...
    when am alone,
with her ..
  ...and when am alone,
without her ...
   My Mask in real...
Her's was fake..
   and Real recognises Fake...

                    ⓒ2015