A wind older than the mountain
she's stronger than a giant
she's like a soft fountain
though I wish she'd be quiet
the wind eats me away
she's the key to my heart
should she savor the stay?
or should she depart?
her smile is my kryptonite
pitter-patter as she moves
will she be here tonight?
but sadly my heart disapproves.
Where’s the metaphor?