She

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 a shell.

She
Whos always happy in a crowd
Whose eyes are private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them cry.

She
May be the love of that kind of 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 why and where for 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 got to be
The meaning of my life is.

She, she, ....she.