IF YOU FORGET ME, I want you to know.... - Poetry

Want you to know
one thing.

You know how is this:
If I look at the crystal moon, the red branch
of the slow autumn in my window,
if I touch
next to the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the wood,
everything brings me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
they were small boats that sail
to the islands of yours that await me.

However,
if little by little you stop loving me
I will stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
that I will have forgotten you.

If you consider long and crazy
the wind of flags
what goes through my life
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart in which I have roots,
think
that on that day,
at that time
I will raise my arms
and my roots will come out
to look for another land.

But
if every day,
hourly
you feel that you are destined to me
with implacable sweetness.
If every day goes up
a flower to your lips to look for me,
Oh my love, oh my,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
My love is nourished by your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.