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 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 meaning of my life is she, she, she