Don’t know the reason, but this morning a well-known line came to my mind. The line was, “I do not love you except because I love you.” 

Who else could have written it except Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet-diplomat and politician who won the 1971 Nobel Prize in Literature?

Read the full poem - 

I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you, the one I love;

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story, I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.