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.----- Pablo Neruda
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Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of my favorite poems by some authors we all seem to know.