She

She maybe the face i can't forget
A trace of pleasure of regret
May be my treasure or the price i have to pay
She may be the summer sings
May be the chill autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Whitin the measure of the day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famime or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seen
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 tp see then when they cry
She may be the love that can't hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That i remember till the day i die

She may be the reason i survive
The way 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 then all my souvenirs
For where she goes i've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She