Pygmalion syndrome

I draw a picture in my notebook
Of a girl, so fair
Her golden hair cascades around her
Her lush blue eyes are rare
There’s a floral pattern on her dress
And flowers in her hair
She’s a beauty to behold
I must draw her with care
Finally, it’s finished
I look at her and stare
But alas, she does not love me
And so the page, I tear.

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