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.

----- Pablo Neruda