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
