Always by Pablo Neruda

I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a woman
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred girls in your hair,
come with a thousand women between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned women
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!