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.
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