Maybe you'll remember that razor-faced man <br />who slipped out from the dark like a blade <br />and - before we realized - knew what was there: <br />he saw the smoke and concluded fire. <br /> <br />The pallid woman with black hair <br />rose like a fish from the abyss, <br />and the two of them built up a contraption, <br />armed to the teeth, against love. <br /> <br />Man and woman, they felled mountains and gardens, <br />then went down to the river, they scaled the walls, <br />they hoisted their atrocious artillery up the hill. <br /> <br />Then love knew it was called love. <br />And when I lifted my eyes to your name, <br />suddenly your heart showed me my way.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxiii-maybe-you-ll-remember/
