Plush, Sunlight bathed beauty

Gazing upon me today
Reflecting back the day
Staring down eternity
Revealing law to me

Concerning posh and bright
Dropping out of the light
Looking upon the cycle
Turning into tomorrow

It seems to me as if she steals her soul from me. It must be, for it seems that I lack it more and more. Woe is me, but to life my fusion goes.