She
May be the face
I can’t forget
The 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 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’ll remember
till 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 in ready 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
oh she
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