Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, <br />without your going, that cuts noon light <br />like a blue flower, without your passing <br />later through fog and stones, <br />without the torch you lift in your hand <br />that others may not see as golden, <br />that perhaps no one believed blossomed <br />the glowing origin of the rose, <br />without, in the end, your being, your coming <br />suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, <br />blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: <br />and it follows that I am, because you are: <br />it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: <br />and, because of love, you will, I will, <br />We will, come to be.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-not-to-be-is-to-be-without-your-being/
