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(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral / Chile)

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
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  • Shiela Marie Anunciacion (11/17/2012 4:34:00 AM)

    Love is painful when you are aware that it is unrequited. Furthermore, sometimes you hate the person you love because he/she cannot/don't love you back. You think you want to stop loving that person but then you know you cannot, cruel cruel fate for those who loves in secret...

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  • Grace Mcgee (11/13/2012 6:05:00 PM)

    Wow can you please check out and comment on my poem

  • Sentayehu Yitzchak (11/10/2012 3:01:00 PM)

    you are so good! ! ....

  • Stella Nicole Gopal (10/31/2012 8:13:00 AM)

    bull...alota bulll...diz dnt mak sence

  • Kyarunai Mansiko (10/24/2012 8:20:00 PM)

    Hmm. I get from this that love is painful.

  • Kyarunai Mansiko (10/24/2012 8:20:00 PM)

    Hmm. I get from this that love is painful.

  • Meera Panigrahi (9/9/2012 8:25:00 AM)

    There is great suffering in love and this poem brings it out with great poignancy. Hate and love are indistinguishable, and the poet's authenticity cannot be questioned.

  • John Dickson (8/17/2012 7:04:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem describes the submission to a destructive obsession, a love that has died for one partner but not for the poet, and the recognition that he has to love but he knows it's killing him.
    A poem I always re-read when I visit this site.

  • Cozette Graham (8/12/2012 2:28:00 AM)

    Even to hate means to still care about something or someone. For me, to not hate or to not love something or someone would cause an indifference which means I wouldn't care, nor put forth any effort or energy or emotion to care. He hated, which can only mean he still cared. When we hate someone, we must have been hurt by them in some way, shape, or form, but we still care enough to have an emotion for them. Why? Beautifully written poem.

  • Cozette Graham (8/12/2012 2:25:00 AM)

    Even to hate means to still care about something or someone. For me, to not hate or to not love something or someone would cause an indifference which means I wouldn't care, nor put forth any effort or energy or emotion to care. He hated, which can only mean he still cared. When we hate someone, we must have been hurt by them in some way, shape, or form, but we still care enough to have an emotion for them. Why? Beautifully written poem.

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