Was browsing the internet for a poet (Federico García Lorca) who I'd heard mention of, and came across this poem by Pablo Neruda...
If
You Forget Me – 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.