I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, <br />In the rapid undulant river of women, <br />Braids, shyly sinking eyes, <br />Light step that slices, sailing through the foam. <br /> <br />Suddenly I think I can make out your nails, <br />Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry: <br />Then it's your hair that passes by, and I think <br />I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water. <br /> <br />I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, <br />Your light, the shady day you brought from the forest; <br />Nobody had your tiny ears. <br /> <br />You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one, <br />And so I go along, with you I float along, loving <br />A wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlii-i-hunt-for-a-sign-of-you/
