Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)
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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
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
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Read poems about / on: january, fire, hate, love, light, heart, change
Poems by Pablo Neruda : 35 / 139
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Keep your rude comments to yourself! 3rd one down
This is Very Good! Very Deep! ! ! !
that is just....oh god...amazing!
HE luvs you only for the money u should trust no one even if they are your partner, Is your boyfriend ugly? If he is he might actually luv you!
i think the maker of this poem is the wel known rapist michel jackson it takes 2 to tango
For me, the last stanza of this poem holds the key to understanding the pain in the poet's heart. Neruda says clearly...I am the one who / Dies, the only one... He is telling the beloved that he hates that he/she has died. Moreover, the poet says, I will die of love because I love you, .... This is a poem of bereavement; not of unrequited love, but of a mature love by a committed lover for a beloved who has left him behind and his only comfort is the cold and dark of January. Or the cold and dark of his grief turning to self sacrifice (...I am the one who dies..) if only this, his own death, would bring back to life the dead beloved.
Heart-rending love story.
It's like how I feel of... afraid of loving without receiving any return =_='
That's why no one can't blame me if I am too confidential with my life..'m just afraid that if that person knew that I admire him, he would make his distance from me... Lalala :)
Anyway, all would be a part of my history and if my heart will decide, would be a lifetime I guess :) hope so..
It's like how I feel of... afraid of loving without receiving any return =_='
That's why no one can't blame me if I am too confidential with my life..'m just afraid that if that person knew that I admire him, he would make his distance from me... Lalala :)
Anyway, all would be a part of my history and if my heart will decide, would be a lifetime I guess :) hope so..
Does anyone by any chance happen to know when this poem was written and or published?