" 'What is hope?' she said. 'An expectation of good, which though uncertain has some foundation in what is known? Then we have none.'

'That is one thing men call "hope",' said Finrod. 'Amdir we call it, "looking up". But there is another which is founded deeper. Estel we call it, that is "trust". It is not defeated by the ways of the world, for it does not come from experience, but from our nature and first being. If we are indeed the Eruhin, the children of the One, then He will not suffer Himself to be deprived of His own, not by any Enemy, not even by ourselves. This is the last foundation of Estel, which we keep even when we contemplate the End: of all His designs the issue must be for His Children's joy. Amdir you have not, you say. Does no Estel still abide?' "

-- J.R.R Tolkien, Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth

 I need your love like the water

and the sun

But I can not swim,

and I got burned.

At the memory I can stand

only saying "perhaps,

if it was, will be. I can't

look at it as me, in the past,

but as another person

another life:

in Virginia a runaway

is a happy country wife.

She has my eyes,

And darker hair.

She dress sober along the days

but still in lace at night

when in strong loving arms

she lay,

and tenderly caress

who kept her to say goodbye.

"perhaps, if it was, will be."

If it's in my power, it will.