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,
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,
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,