I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

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.


----by Pablo Neruda

So what

“You are such a meddler”

I am not. I am just concerned with things happening around me.

“People like you complicate things. Too many of you who think they know so much”

Oh no.. I do not know everything–there's still so much I have to learn and understand. I don't pretend. Why should I? I’ll just make an idiot of myself of which Im surely not. There are too many idiots roaming around already.

There are things I do know… And there are things I believe in. I talk not for the sake of just saying something but to make sense and reach out to those willing to listen.

And me a meddler? Maybe. I can’t just sit in one corner when I know excesses are done by so many. I cannot forever hide while reality is screaming in my face.
I am not a genius and you don’t have to be one to know right from wrong.
If you don't get me. That's not my fault.

“You just want to put unnecessary attention to yourself.”

I don’t care care. And I don’t have to explain myself to people like you.

Confusion

“Are you happy”

I think so…

” Are you sure?”

Really…

“You don’t look like it. You smile but your eyes are so sad….”

I don’t know.