Growing up

I used to think that love,
Was made in heaven, up above.
A knight in shining armor.
A dashingly handsome charmer.

Though that was when I was young,
When wedding bells oft times rung.
The fairies danced, skipped and hopped,
Until, one summer, they stopped.

I'm older now and realize,
That fairy tales are but short of lies.
It's only a part of our imagination,
The "perfect man", God's creation.