I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

By Pablo Neruda

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.