I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating youBend to you, and the measure of my changing love for youIs that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consumeMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one whoDies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
Pablo Neruda