horatio1815 46M/36F
155 posts
2/26/2006 4:44 am

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3/30/2006 4:24 pm


May be the face I can’t forget
A 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.

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 me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
Me I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she, she

this song is one of my husbands favourites, he sings it to me, i think it says so much about love and the fears we face when we do fall hard. x

elysianpleasure 47M

2/26/2006 5:40 pm

Sounds like a wonderful man... who has a wonderful woman... all the best to you both. Elysian

horatio1815 46M/36F

2/27/2006 12:26 am

thanks elysian, he is wonderful, more than he realises bless him.

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