fredag 11 april 2014

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 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
whose eyes can be so private and so proud
who'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 'til
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


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