She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure the or price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
My be a hundred different things
Within the measure of the day.

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
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
Who's 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 day I die