He

He may be the face I can't forgetThe trace of pleasure or regretMay be my treasure or the price I have to payHe may be the song the Summer singsMay be the chill the Autumn bringsMay be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
He may be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heaven or a hellHe may be the mirror of my dreamsThe smile reflected in a streamHe may not be what he may seem inside his shell
He, who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryHe may be the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastBut I'll remember til the day I die
He may be the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I'll care for through the rough in many yearsMe, I'll take the laughter and the tears And make them all my souvenirsFor where he goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life is he