She (Notting Hill)

She may be the face i can't forget 
the trace of pleasure or regret 
maybe my treasure or the prize i have to pay 
she may be the song that summer sings 
maybe the children autumn brings 
maybe a hundred different things 
within the measure of a day 
She may be the beauty or the beast 
maybe 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 maybe 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 maybe the reason i survive 
the why and wherefore kind of life 
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....she 
oh, she....