If You Forget me ~ Pablo Neruda

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♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆ ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღ♥" 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
towards those aisles 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
shall 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 seeks 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 living mine.

~ Pablo Neruda