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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

--pablo neruda

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because when it is about you, the end and the start are too hard to accomplish.
as together, they are one.


when it is about you, my pen comes short.
my words are weaker in comparison to my heart.
as even if the only job is to improve a canvass, you are too abstract to work upon.

and i concede to defeat first because i do not want to under-word you.

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you know that i have asked about this, and i have it now.
my words couldn't be grateful enough.
that for all things life could have turned to be,
love turned you to me.
----random

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i love you.
because i know no other way.

happy 5th.