She...

Disclaimer:

1. No. I didn't post this Elvis Costello songs' lyrics for the want of something better to post!
2. I stumbled upon Elvis Costello in a pink newspaper; I don't really have a great taste for music, poetry otherwise.
3. Yes, I set out looking for a different Elvis Costello song after reading what was quoted of it in the pink newspaper.
4. No, I haven't watched the movie despite having been asked to by some friends, including my Little Sister.
5. Yes, this is part of the "But its not about the legs" idea; but don't ask me how or why!
6. No, its not because of any of what you think it could be; I don't know why or how myself ;-)
(Aah....well, I don't know fully well or for sure...I guess "I'm too confused" is convincing enough..like the "escape velocity" equivalent of statements ;-) )
7. Yes and No; this may or may not have caught my attention because of a few spicific thoughts..We ll now rest the disclaimer and get on with Elvis Costello! :P



She
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.

She
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

She
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

-Elvis Costella.

And should you have any questions, especially about why I've put such a poem up, please read/reread the disclaimer, especially points 2 and 3 which basically imply that "Elvis Costello" was himself a "stumble upon" thanks to a pink newspapers, and on reading about him and looking for what else he had written, I was too tempted to post this, and I kinda yielded to the temptation ;-)