septiembre 08, 2011

The meaning of my life is she ...

may be the face I can´t forget
a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hounded tearful things
within the measure of the day.

may be the beauty or the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into heave 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 as shell

She who always seems so happy ´n proud
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 can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows of the past
that I remember till day I die

may be the reason I survive
the why and where for I´m alive
the one I´ll care for through the rough and rainy years
me I´ll take her laughter and her tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is

she, she, she

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