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.