She comes to me on gentle blowing winds
Her aura shining brighter than the morning sun
A smile that can melt the hardest heart
Her touch is what one hopes to experience
The sight of her brining forth a deep yearning

To be the one that gains her favor
And then softly she turns with a slow backwards glance
Like that - she is gone
Am I the better man for seeing her for that brief moment?
Yes - but the emptiness she leaves threatens to destroy