she

Malcolm Roberts

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 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
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 ll 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