the question

love, a question
has destroyed you

i have come back to you
from thorny uncertainty

i want you straight as
the sword or the road

but you insist
on keeping a nook
of shadow that i do not want

my love, 
understand me, 
i love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails, 
inside, 
all the brightness, which you kept

it is me, my love,
who knocks at your door
it is not the ghost, it is not
the one who once stopped
at your window
i knock down the door:
i enter your life:
i come to life in your soul: 
you cannot cope with me

you must open door to door
you must obey me
you must open your eyes
so that i may search in them
you must see how i walk
with heavy steps
along all the roads
that, blind, were waiting for me

do not fear
i am yours
but
i am not the passenger or the beggar

i am your master
the one you were waiting for 
and now i enter
your life
no more to leave it
love, love,love
but to stay

– neruda

i just want u to know, i love all of u, thats all