algo inesperado...

She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure the or price I have to pay

She may be the song the summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings My be a hundred different things Within the measure of the day.

She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dream 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 Who's 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 remember till day I die

She may be the reason I survive The why and where for I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough and many 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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ry1pFqMEa8... nunca olvidaré ese regalo!