SHE - by Shearing, George sung by Elvis Costello, Charles Aznevour

She may be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the prize I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the children 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

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

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to leap from shadows in the past

That I remember 'till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and your tears

And make them all my souvenirs

And when she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is She...

On the days that are summer sweet and full of a thousand dreams, I will love you. On the days when thunder and rain come dashing against our hopes, I will love you. On the days when we share a quiet world of contentment, I will love you. On all the days, through all the seasons of our lives, I give you my heart... I give you my love. - unknown