Who Am I To You?

What am I to you?
Sweet love,
why do you look my way and stare at a simulation?
You give me an answer to an unrelated question,
and I start to question how we’ll ever find our way to each other,
when reality has set us on conflicting paths.
Divinely protected,
I have rejected the way that things are.
I saw you last night,
in the eyes of the moon as she was rising,
and I made a plan to manifest a moment for the two of us.
You see me in such a cynical way,
admiring but retiring on a false image of your false Goddess,
so step closer,
view me, virtuous in the darkness of the night.
I’m not what you see,
but I’ll be what you need.