if you forget me
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,medals,
or little boats that sail toward
those isles of your that wait for me
by Pablo Neruda
this is a love poem
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