she moves the ease of us

I saw the woman's soul in the whites of her eyes, and lost sight of my goal. No longer am I whole, caught between those small skies I saw the woman's soul. It made me lose control; there found my dark demise and lost sight of my goal. Each flick and fear that stole the suspense of surprise - I saw the woman's soul. This hell is now my hole where heat and cold both dies, and lost sight of my goal. My life could not cajole no fortune, fame, or prize; I saw the woman's soul and all her wretched lies. Villanelle form.