Lying is a pretty flower

Your eyes, so bright I found them, when I was left to fight. you lit up, from all of them, and made me so curious, and intrigued. so I spoke to you, hey and hi, talked to you, day and night I learned all your qualities, and I figured I loved you, in crazy quantities But the more I let it shone the more you backed away, And like the pas de deux of a ballet, I wanted you, all of you and just us two, you let me know, it wasn't true. Did I miss a clue? An important breakthrough? you sent me flowers, but it was never ours it felt like you lied and I think I then died.