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 the Psalmist sings
May be the chilly Autumn breeze
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
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
Who's 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
That comes to me through shadows of the past
And I'll remember 'til 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 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