She.

“she may be the song that summer sings
maybe the children autumn brings
maybe a hundred different things
within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
maybe 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”

Charles Aznavour