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 may be the love that cannot hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I´ll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
the why the wherefore I´m alive
the one I´ll care for
through the rough and rainy years
me I´ll take her laughter and the tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I´ve got to be
the meaning of my life is

she