If You Forget Me

Hello, This is one of my favorite poems that I felt like sharing with you today, I hope you like it too.
Thanks for visiting,
Janet :)



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, 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

Pablo Neruda