She may be the face I can´t forget
A 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 dream
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 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 wherefore I´m alive
The one I´ll care for through the
Rough and rainy 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, she