She may be the face I can't forget. 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 maybe 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 maybe the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I'm alive, the one I'll care for through the rough and ready 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.