She may be the face I can't 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 dream

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-one's allowed to see them

When they cry

She maybe the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember 'til

The day I die



She may be 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