She

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 the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy the 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 for me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till 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 in ready years

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

Where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is she

She

Mm she