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

But 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 in 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 :-)

~Elvis Costello - She