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.
---Extract from If You forget Me by Pablo Neruda
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.
---Extract from If You forget Me by Pablo Neruda