The Storm

She blew into my life like a bat out of hell, and blew out just as quick, but I'll never forget her.
She was the most beautiful dame I'd ever seen. Tall and strong, with curves in all the right places.
They told me to stay away from her. They said she was dangerous. A killer, even.
They said she left nothing but misery and destruction in her wake.
And you what? They were right. But I didn't care. I wanted her. And for all too brief a moment, she was mine.

Our time together was short. A day of flirtation. A night of passion. And then she had to move on.
I don't blame her. A gal that wild, that free, it'd be cruel to try to tame her.
So we said our goodbyes, and she left me, to go break more hearts.
I'll always remember our time together, and even though I know I'll never see her again, she'll always hold a special place in my heart.
Here's to you, Irma.