She.
She.
Eyes bright and filled with light
Her lips soft and sweet
Skin smooth and youthfully taut
Beauty not just skin but soul deep
Her words are floating stars
She whispers thoughts in his ear
And suddenly like magic
Her thoughts are his ideas
She has him by the heart
Embodying all he's craved
She is his ever after
And he, her willing slave
He longs for her touch
And dreams of her voice
He says that he's confused
Yet he's already made his choice
A leaf suspended on a breeze
She floats across his heart
As he secretly whispers her name
To the moon and the watching stars
A thousand miles away
In the house he calls his home
His wife is busy pretending
That she is not left all alone
She knows this game all too well
And puts on quite the show
A masquerade performance
As if she doesn't know
She remembers when her eyes
Were filled with light and love
And when it was her name
He would whisper to stars above
She knows he sees her broken heart
And with it, her beauty gone
And what was once so very right
Now has turned out so very wrong