Analysis of Her

I sit there and stare
At that magnificent glare
From the light of her shimmering eyes
And her smile shines so bright
Almost to blind one of sight
But in her heart is where her true beauty lies
I see her sit there
And flick back her silk-strand hair
As she fills all the heavens with jealousy
Sitting there I hear her speak
She lifts the room with her voice so sweet
And it fills my mind with tenacity
But then she starts to stray
And then she turns away
And my screams are drowned in a pool of sorrow
My strong hands fail to grasp
As she passes by so fast
And I'm left alone, waiting for tomorrow.