Reflective Thinking

this isn't my first poem but my first on this site R&R s'il vous plait!

Reflective Thinking (the things that never get said)

She stares at her tea
Wishing it to cool
A metaphor to sweet
For a diamond, necklace or pearl
Brown hawk eyes with wavy curls
She’ll watch the colors swirl
Wanting for a rip that was rent to mend
The music that she hears
Is buzzing in her head
No matter how loud the radio goes
She won’t ever be able to block
The sounds, the sights, the smells, the place
His symphony brought to her head
Sitting at the kitchen counter
On a light teak stool
She’ll contemplate fate
Take a swim in her life
Diving into a pool
And unbeknownst to her
His chocolate eyes
Mirror hers’
As he stares into the blue
Early morning, before sunrise
He’s thinking too