She

She 
May be the face I can't forget 
The trace of pleasure or regret 
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay 
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 dreams 
The 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 
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'll remember 'til the day I die... 


Elvis Costello  (my fave)
Charles Aznavour (original (thanks to Pewe))