If You Forget Me


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

It’s funny that I was thinking of this poem and the time I read it at a friend’s wedding, because I just found out it’s their 3 year anniversary today. (Hugs to you both). The rest of the poem is here.

3 responses »

  1. You read at weddings? So you’re like a wedding singer… but a wedding poet? :-)

  2. Lin — :) Heh. I guess so. I’ve also been asked a few times if my poems can be read at weddings, even though I can’t be there. I always say yes, on one condition — the reader must be able to say my full name properly!

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