She

She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the prize i have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the children autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a 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 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