I love you

I love you, I love you in an inexplicable way, in a shameful way, in a contradictory way.I love youwith my moods are many, and mood changes continuously.so you know, time, life, death.I love you...the world would not understand, with people who do not understand, with the ambivalence of my soul, with the incoherence of my actions, with the inevitability of fate, with the conspiracy of desire, with the ambiguity of the facts.Even when I say I do not love you, I love you, even when deceives you, not deception, deep, carried out a plan to love you better.I love you...without thinking, unconsciously, irresponsibly, spontaneously, involuntarily, by instinct, impulse, irrationally.Indeed I have no logical arguments, even improvised to substantiate this love I feel for you, which emerged mysteriously from nowhere, it has not magically solved anything, and miraculously, slowly, with little or nothing has improved worst my.
 I love you, I love you with a body that does not think, with a heart that does not reason with a head that does not coordinate.I love youincomprehensibly, without asking why I love you, no matter why I love you, without questioning why I love you.I love yousimply because I love you, I myself do not know why I love you.

(Pablo Neruda)