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.
He 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.
He may be the mirror of my dreams.
A smile reflected in a stream
He may not be what he may seem
Inside his shell
He 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.
He 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 his laughter and his tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where he goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
He, he, he
I love you Anas boo, you are the reason I am alive. Eu te amo boo, sempre te amei e para sempre vou te amar!