I do not love you except because I love you

I do not love you except because I love you
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."

Why, hello there, Sam and Dean.

And in other news, snow - almost two feet of it - is amazing, but ice is not, and wine is fun, but livejournal's new pop-up ads are annoying.