Sunday, July 12, 2015

I do not love you except because I love you.


I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire. 



I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
my heart with its cruel ray, stealing my key to true calm. 



In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, love, in fire and blood.

By: Pablo Neruda




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