I do not love you except I love you; I know not another way I love you as though I were made to As though I was born to sing to you
My heart might pump your blood You run through my veins Share all my scars And become my healing
The only choice I have was made before me I can only follow in the footsteps you leave And each day find my way closer to where you are
It never was a choice and could never be The stars I love will have to shine in the past And their dust becoming you to me is sacred
I do not love you except I love you; As a mother is with child, being held by loving arms The peace that only trust can bring As though I was born to sing a song for you
I do not love you except I love you, the first line from Neruda's poem of the same name