I do not love you, except because I 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 of love because I love you,

because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

by Pablo Neruda