Analysis of "ghost"

Elaborate scenes of Sandra
inside my mind frames a way to choose,
her hand fit's in mine she's a damsel,
cunning in an angel to lose.

Her cares they fall into the rain,
showering my face in petals lace,
inside her there is a shadow shown,
upon me in an angels place.

I'm sitting in her realm of thought,
to peer at her angels wings that sing,
perched above are the clouds that cheer her name,
if ever there were such a thing.

In the distance she sounds so clear,
to speak in my ear sweet nothings fluffed,
she says, "in you I live to see through,
your shine unto my window buffed."