Love Sonnet

Before I met you, nothing was my own..

I wavered through the streets, among objects..

But nothing mattered or had a name..

The world seems made of air, which waited..

I knew rooms full of ashes..

Tunnels where the moon lived..

Rough warehouses that growled 'Get Lost!'

Questions that insisted in the sand..

Everything was empty..dead..mute..

Fallen..abandoned..decayed..

inconceivably alien, it all..

belonging to someone else..or to no one..

Until you came..

With your beauty and poverty..

Filling the autumn..

Plentiful with gifts

-Pablo Neruda-