She.    
 
She goes through life light as the breeze   
Floating from here to there, but never staying long   
She is mystical–never to be completely understood   
She is everything, yet she is no one   
She is a wonder, a stunning beauty   
She makes the strongest of men weak in the knees   
But at second glance, she is gone   
A mirage that fades as quickly as it comes   
She speaks, though she never says a word   
She is the wind rustling in the trees, demanding to be heard   
She is the faintest whisper that comes in the dark   
While she is yours, life couldn't be sweeter   
She takes you in her arms and heals you with her touch   
She is the music that sings in your soul   
She inspires men to dream, she is the poet's work of art   
But beware...   
She is a bee that stings at the heart   
Unbridled and unforgiving   
She is quick to remind that she will not be tamed   
At least not this time   
She remains an enigma   
A vision of loveliness that leaves heartache behind   
She is the reason for living, the reason men drive themselves mad   
She is the reason the song was written   
She.   
She goes through life light as the breeze   
And she never looks back.