Latin Cutie

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda...................................... I want you to know one thing/You know how this is/ If I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window/ If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log/ Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists/ Aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me/Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me/ I shall stop loving you little by little/If suddenly you forget me/ Do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you/If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots/ Remember that on that day, at that hour/ I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land/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.