Thursday, May 13, 2021

 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.

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