Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everything, not to love, but to his games of love; and when you love as a game, you lose everything, as he lost his home and wife, and now he clings to me, afraid of loss, afraid of solitude.Anonymous
About This Quote
Pablo Neruda, the Chilean poet and Nobel Prize winner, wrote this poem about his relationship with a woman he loved very much. Pablo had an affair with a married woman, and in the poem she tells him that she is leaving him.
Source: The Fourchambered Heart: V3 In Nins Continuous Novel
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