She
May be the face
I can't forget
A 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
A 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 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