I don't love you, except I do,
so that, from loving you I come to not loving you,
and from awaiting you when I am not waiting,
my heart passes from freezing to fire.
I love you only because it's you I love.
I hate you no end, and so hating give in to you,
and the measure of my voyaging love
is to see you not and, blinded so, so to love you.
Perhaps the cruel beam of January light
will consume my entire heart,
taking from me the key to peace.
In this story I simply die,
and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, love, in blood and fire.
by Pablo Neruda
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