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I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU by Pablo Neruda


       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.


Note : One of my favourite poems written by Pablo Neruda.
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Rià said…
nice one dear! :)
May 31, 2010 at 10:42 AM
Lena said…
That is an amazing one! I have never read it before, and am really glad you shared it here :)

Lena
May 31, 2010 at 4:42 PM
Thousif Raza said…
its a very strong poem mehek... very strong :)


nice find.... :)



take care and keep writing.............
May 31, 2010 at 4:47 PM
Bikramjit Singh Mann said…
another one which is excellent...
June 1, 2010 at 8:18 PM
Tulika said…
It's such a lovely one.

:)
June 3, 2010 at 4:56 PM
Anonymous said…
i am on a music mode.. you bring the music in me..

long time :)
June 4, 2010 at 2:28 PM
alok said…
I may find myself being out of sync of this post, but nevertheless good use of words.
June 5, 2010 at 1:01 PM
Phoenix said…
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.


felt eerie reading it... i felt it somehow reflected my thoughts.. beautiful! :)
June 12, 2010 at 7:37 PM
Anwesa said…
@Dear All,
Thanks again ! Glad you loved this.
June 14, 2010 at 12:27 AM
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