She maybe the face
I can't forget
The trace of
pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure
or the prize
I have to
pay
She maybe the song
that summer sings
Maybe the children
autumn brings
Maybe a hundred
different things
Within the measure
of a day
She maybe the beauty
or the beast
Maybe the famine
or the feast
May turn each day into
a heaven or a hell
She maybe 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 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 leap from
shadows in the past
That I remember
'till the day I die
She maybe the reason
I survive
The why and wherefore
kind of life
The one I care for
through the rough
And ready
years me
I'll take the laughter
and your tears
And make them
all my souvenirs
And when she goes
I've got to be
The meaning of my life
is she she oh she~