You will know that I don’t love you and that I love you given that life is made of two ways, the word is one wing of silence, half of fire is cold. I love you in order to begin loving you, to start infinity again and never to stop loving you: that is why I do not love you yet. I love you and do not love you as if I had in my hands the key of joy and a wretched uncertain fate. My love has two lives to love you. That is why I love you when I don’t love you and that is why I love you when I do.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XLIV










