Pablo Neruda

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.

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