She may be the face
I can't forget
The trace of pleasure
or regret
May be my treasure
or the price
I have to pay
She may be the song
that summer sings
May be the chill that
autumn brings
May be a hundred
different things
Within a measure
of a day
She may be the beauty
or the beast
May be the famine
or the feast
May turn each day
in to a heaven
or a hell
She may be the mirror
of my dreams
a smile reflected
in a stream
She may not be
what she would seem
Inside her shell@
She who always
seem 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 come to me
from shadows
of the past
That I'll remember
'til the day I die
She may be the reason
I survive
The why and wherefore
I'm alive
The one I'll care for
through 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 my life is she
She she
