She may be

the face I can't forget

The 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 chilly

autumn breeze

Maybe a hundred

different things

Within the measure

of her day

She may be the beauty

or the beast

Maybe the famine

or the feast

May turn each day

into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror

of my dreams

The 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

till the day... I die

She may be

the reason I survive

The why and where

for I'm alive

The one I've cared

for through the rough

and ready years

Me, I'll take her laughter

and her tears

And make them

all my souvenirs

Oh, where she goes

I've got to be

The meaning of my life

is she... she...... oh, she...