She

She, may be the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

Maybe the song that summer sings

Maybe the chill that autumn brings

Maybe a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

Maybe the beauty or the beast

Maybe the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

Maybe the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

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

Maybe the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I remember till the day I die

Maybe the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy 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