We stood in an old book store <br />That telescoped from room to room, <br />And in a corner, I found a book. <br />Listen, I said - <br /> <br />'I do not love you except because I love you; <br />I go from loving to not loving you, <br />From waiting to not waiting for you <br />My heart moves from cold to fire.' <br /> <br />She took my arm and squeezed. <br />I caught my breath and gazed <br />Into those fiery pools, copper and gold, <br />That left me stunned - <br /> <br />'I love you only because it's you the one I love; <br />I hate you deeply, and hating you <br />Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you <br />Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.' <br /> <br />A gasp from one of us, <br />I could not tell you who. <br />She leaned into me. <br />I stole a kiss - <br /> <br />'Maybe January light will consume <br />My heart with its cruel <br />Ray, stealing my key to true calm. <br /> <br />'In this part of the story I am the one who <br />Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, <br />Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.' <br /> <br />We became entangled in the words <br />And in each others' arms. <br />I felt her pulse beneath my lips. <br /> <br />We emerged from between the shelves <br />'We'll buy this, ' I said. <br />I closed the book -<br /><br />Robert J Meyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reading-neruda-to-my-lover/
