Here I love you. <br />In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. <br />The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. <br />Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. <br /> <br />The snow unfurls in dancing figures. <br />A silver gull slips down from the west. <br />Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. <br />Oh the black cross of a ship. <br />Alone. <br /> <br /> <br />Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. <br />Far away the sea sounds and resounds. <br />This is a port. <br /> <br />Here I love you. <br />Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. <br />I love you still among these cold things. <br />Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels <br />that cross the sea towards no arrival. <br />I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. <br /> <br />The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. <br />My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. <br />I love what I do not have. You are so far. <br />My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. <br />But night comes and starts to sing to me. <br /> <br />The moon turns its clockwork dream. <br />The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. <br />And as I love you, the pines in the wind <br />want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-i-love-you-3/
