She maybe the face I can not forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I've to pay
She maybe the song the summer sings
Maybe the chill the autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She maybe the beauty or a beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She maybe the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She who always seem so happy in arrowed
Whose eyes can always be so private and so proud
No ones allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that can not hope to last
That comes indeed from shadows of the past
That I will remember till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and where for I'm alive
The one I will care for through the rough and ready years
Me ... I will take her laugh and her tears and make them all my souvenirs for when she goes I've got to be the meaning of my life is she…
She … Oh... She ...
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السبت ديسمبر 09, 2006 10:13 am
