Originally Posted by
Derby Tup
Sonnet LXIV
My life was tinted purple by so much love,
and I veered helter-skelter like a blinded bird
til I reached your window, my friend:
you heard the murmur of a broken heart.
There from the shaodws I rose to your breast:
without being or knowing, I flew up the towers of wheat,
I surged to life in your hands,
I rose from the sea to your joy.
No one can reckon what I owe you, Love,
what I owe you is lucid, it is like a root
from Arauco, what I owe you, Love.
Clearly, it is like a star, all that I owe you,
what I owe you is like a well in the wilderness
where time watches over the wandering lightning
Pablo Neruda, from 100 Love Sonnets