Faces in the clouds

There you are in the clouds, the image of perfection
God-given looks and the promise of protection
My heart entirely yours, section by section
So well-convinced of your eternal affection

You’re lost in the clouds due to fickle alteration
How could I envision us in this situation?
The slightest breeze can cause an explosive transformation
And what you thought you saw is lost sans explanation

I suppose that’s all you were – a likeness, a false depiction
Yet something so real it was nearly an addiction
Now I’m just a shadow, reeking of affliction
Impossible to forget, so I’ll convert us into fiction