Saturday, November 14, 2009

♥ every time i hear you sing i love, love, 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
because i love you, love, in fire and in blood.
pablo neruda

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