Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!

by Pablo Neruda

Comments (4)

This is very good, such an emotional poem. I recognize so many of my own feelings in it.
Wow. This is very special. I wish I could hold your hand, but maybe that is also forbidden. Your poetry is very moving, opening a window to those who stand without, amazed at a glimpse.
Are you really a doctor? No matter, even if you're a waitress, I'm certain you're special in the divine scheme of things! ! !
every time you get a thought ask yourself who is the thinker from where these thoughts come? ?