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 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 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 in 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