I do not love you except because i love you.
I go from loving you 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 wih it’s 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
The bold parts are the ones i especially like. Wait… i mean love.
With love, Eye candy
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