I do not love you except because I love you,
I go from loving to not loving you,
from waiting to not waiting for you,
my heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you because it's you the one I love,
I hate you deeply and hating you,
bend to you and the measure of my changing love for you,
is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
May be January light will consume,
my heart with it's cruel ray,
stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who dies,
the only one and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.
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