"I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
- Pablo Neruda."
I always wonder what if feels like to be in love and being loved. Well, with someone special of course. Someone that is legal. Someone that will be by our side for the rest of our lives. The first person to say hi to every time we wake up. Someone that will accept all our flaws and always love us. I don't know. There are so many things in my head-- thanks to Malay dramas and novels. Some of my schoolmates have started to have their own dates. Apa orang kata-- couple. It's not the same. I know it's not the same because I have been there.
Dah la. Kenapa nak pening-pening pasal ni? Kau SPM pun tak pass lagi. Kau dah kenapa? And, kenapa ayat atas ni macam tak ada kaitan dengan poem tu? Hm. Biarlah.
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