Clenched Soul

I give you my favourite poem by Pablo Neruda. I am not a big poems fan, but I do love Neruda.
I don't think there is anyone who cannot feel the love in this poem. So since I am sick because of love, I thought it would be appropriate.

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.