IF YOU FORGET ME

But if each day, each hour you feel
that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me 
ah my love, ah my own
in me all that fire is repeated 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
my love feeds on your love, beloved and as long as you live
it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
 Pablo Neruda