She entered my world a tropical wind,
both exciting and fatal in equal dose,
she occasionally raged and blew off the roof,
but that was when I loved her the most.
Like change in the winds I made her feel high,
and just as she did, I made her feel low,
I sit in her vortex affecting her way,
I can't do her justice and so I must go.
The end of our journey became unsure,
clouds from the east gathered above,
I looked to the sky and rains washed my soul,
but forecasts had changed, she'd spent all her love.
The weather is mine, I'm not just a man,
whenever she blows remember my name,
the blame for destruction lays at my feet,
my beautiful storm now a hurricane.
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