She

[bluntforcemama]

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
or 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
maybe turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
the smile reflected in the stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell......

 

[Angel]

Stop talking about me!

 

[Svedish_Chef]

She makes me stop and stare
And makes me smile unaware
Of the world that is around
Without her there is no sound
And I have just one vision
Of her and my decision

So now alas I wait
Is it her at the gate
I smile in indecision
For her it must be said
I will wait till long after bed
Just so I can see her face
And take me from this awful place
For a second, an hour, a day
She can do it in her own way

I smile for it is the day