If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

By Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
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

Read More

Sunlove by Joseph A. Orellana

 

  Sun love

By Joseph A. Orellana  

Your occasion Is the sky
Spilling forth
Thunderous
My nascence
For I was born
Within the taste
Of your shy-full lips-kiss
Glance,
And I went mesmerized
Tasting the apple
Sweetness of you
For headlong days
Looking in other lips for
New anxieties;
I’d become inevitable
Seeker of your
Chaliced taste:
Thinking you an accident,
I searched in other
Kisses what you’d conjured up
In my wanton heart
So great my lust of you,
I became lost and
Enamored famish
I filled with nothing but
Disenchantments
Until you surged forth
Flower of my soul,
With you being the reason
Of me, my all ardent sunlove

Read More

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespear

 Sonnet 116

By Willian Shakespear

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

            "Sonnet 116" is a poem written by William Shakespeare. This love poem is one of the most well-known sonnets of all-time. The poem speaks about what love is. Shakespeare states that love is something that doesn't change and it can't be removed. He says that it is constant. It is "an ever-fixed mark" and it is "not Time's fool". It doesn't change no matter how long we wait.

Read More