She

<br>She may be the face I can`t forget,<br>A trace of pleasure or regret,<br>May be my treasure or<br>The price I have to pay.<br><br>She may be the song that summer sings,<br>May be the chill that autumn brings,<br>May be a hundred different things<br>Within the measure of a day.<br><br>She may be the beauty or the beast,<br>May be the famine or the feast,<br>May turn each day into a<br>Heaven or a hell.<br><br>She may be the mirror of my dream,<br>A smile reflected in a stream,<br>She may not be what she may seem<br>Inside her shell.<br><br>She who always seems so happy in a crowd,<br>Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,<br>No one`s allowed to see them<br>When they cry.<br><br>She may be the love that cannot hope to last,<br>May come to me from shadows of the past,<br>That I remember till the day I die.<br><br>She may be the reason I survive,<br>The why and wherefore I`m alive,<br>The one I`ll care for through the<br>Rough and ready years.<br><br>Me, I`ll take her laughter and her tears<br>And make them all my souvenirs<br>For where she goes I`ve got to be.<br>The meaning of my life is she, she, she--.