She passed by like a cat.
Like a panther or leopard,
strong, regal and lithe.

She talked to me like honey.
Slowly, warmly, sweetly
she told me of her life.

She looked to be like beauty.
No matter how long I stared,
I still found perfection.

She left me like a wind.
Hard, fast, biting
with a chill I still can't shake.