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