I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from  l o v i n g
to not loving you,From  w a i t i n g  to not waiting for you

My  h e a r t  moves from cold to fire.

I love you
only because it's  y o u  the one I love; 

I hate you  d e e p l y , and hating you
bend to you,
and the measure of my changing love for youis that I do not see you
but love you  b l i n d l y .

Maybe January light will  c o n s u m eMy heart with its cruelRay, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one whoD i e s , the only one,
and I will die of  l o v e  because I love you,

Because I love you,
Love, in fire and  b l o o d . 

- Pablo Neruda