Love Poetry Monday: Sonnet 76

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

–Pablo Neruda, Sonnet 76 I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You


An Ode to a …oh crap.

I don’t like poetry. I don’t GET poetry. I can’t read between the lines in most poems, or songs for that matter. I used to write the saddest, most angsty poetry ever. I stopped b/c it was too depressing, too silly.
Last night while I was trying to fall asleep, my mind was trying to write a poem.

So. Apparently I’m going back there. I can’t write anything else, so…craaaaaap.