If You Forget Me

But

if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda

He paused looking at her. As oblivious as a child could be, she kept staring at the nothingness behind him. Frowning he shook his head, maybe she would never understand the way his heart beats for her. Only if he knew she was barely restraining herself to do something stupid when every nerve of her body screamed to hold him in her arms.

When he is all heart . . . She is all brain . . . And it's difficult for them to be on the same page . . .