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 sun on summer sets
May be the chill in 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 phantom or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside a shell

She, who always seems so happy in her ground
Whose eyes can be so brighter then so brown
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She, may be the love that can't hope to last
May come or leave from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die

She, may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore and a (lie)
The one I care for through the ruff in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
'Cause where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she

Sağol.