Your Laughter
Take bread away from me, if you wish, / take air away, but
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
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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.
More poems by Pablo Neruda
Bird
It was passed from one bird to another, / the whole gift of the day.
Sonnet XXV
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: / I wavered through the streets, among
Sonnet VIII
If your eyes were not the color of the moon, / of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,