She

She

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 a measure

Of a day

she may be the

Beauty or the beast

may be the

Famine or the feast

may turn each day

In to a heaven

or a hell

She may be the

mirror of my dreams

Her smile reflected

in a stream

She may not be

what she would seem

Inside

her shell

She would always seem

so happy like a cloud

Whose eyes can be

so bright 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

But I'll remember

'til 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 ready years

me I'll take her

Laughter and her tears

and make them

All my souvenirs

the way she goes

That got to be

the meaning of

My life is she

she oh she