She

She
Can be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
Can be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She can be the music that Summer sings
Can be the chill that Autumn brings
Can be a hundred different things
Within the span of a day

She
Can be the beauty or the beast
Can be the famine or the feast
Can turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She can be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she seems
Inside

She, who always seems so happy in the midst of the crowd
Whose eyes can be so secretive and proud
No one can see them when they cry
She can be the love that can't wait to last
Can come to me from the shadows of the past
That I will remember until the day I die

She
Can be the reason I survive
The why and the reason I'm alive
The one I will care for through the years in adversity
I, I will take her laughs and tears
And make them all my memories
Wherever she goes, I have to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she