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 maybe the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream,
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
she will 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 till the day I die.
She may e the reason I survive.
The why and where for 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 sho goes, I've got to be.
The meaning of my life is she, she, she.