she
may be the face i cant 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 ones 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 ill remember till
the day i die

she
may be the reason i survive
the why and wherefore im alive
the one ill care for
through the rough and ready years
me ill take her laughter
and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes ive got to be
the meaning of my life is
she she oh she