She

She may be the face
I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe 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 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 maybe the love
that cannot hope to last
May come to me
from shadows in the past
That I remember
'til the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through
the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the 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
Oh, she