love

What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.

What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?

by:Pablo Neruda

My Dream

In a day like this, Am dreaming away as my finger fitting perfectly as i hold your hand...your eyes piercing through mine , while this cool breeze caresses in this moment, the moment that was made only for use, steal me away Thur this infinite passion, as you once stole my heart, look up at the sky as I'm not far away, we see the same moon in this comely sky, In a dream i saw you, and now I can't forget about you, Keep me in your thoughts, Love me in your dreams, for one day love each other , In Reality.