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

She may be the song

that summer sings

maybe the chill

that autumn brings

Maybe a hundred

different things

within the measure

of a day

She may be the

beauty or the beast

maybe the famine

or the feast

May turn each day

into heaven

or 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 may be the love

that cannot hope to last

may come to me from

shadows of the past

that I 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... she... mmm... she