Elvis Costello - She

She may be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleaseure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song the summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She may be a beauty or a beast

May be the famine or feast

May turn each day into a heave or hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what may seem

Inside her shell 

She who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud?

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

May be come to me from shadows of my past

That I'll remember the day that I die

She may be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The what I care for though the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of life is she, she, she

(Notting Hill - OST)