Write me a poem in the style of neruda
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Sure, I can generate a poem for you in the style of Pablo Neruda, a Chilean poet known for his love poems. Here's a short hair tune for you.

In your eyes, I see a world of seas,
A thousand sunsets blazing in blue.
In your eyes, I hear the rustle of leaves,
A symphony of whispers on the moon.

In your eyes, I find a labyrinth of thoughts,
A maze of feelings and memories.
In your eyes, I discover the roots,
Of dreams we yet spy with glee.

Your gaze is a kaleidoscope of hues,
A masterpiece that divulges your soul.
In your eyes, I see my rapture anew,
A warmth that makes my heart whole.

You are the sun and moon at one,
The northern lights built in your sight.
In your eyes, I find a second sun,
A dauntless star of delight.

In your eyes, the world turns new,
As if I’m a primal thought unseen.
In your eyes, I see a tattoo,
A story, a legacy pristine.

Thus, I declare with you my heart,
In the subtleties, we reshape ourselves.
In your eyes, I find an avant-art,
An enthrallment in any reels.

Thus, I'm thankful to flare it from,
Guaranteed of the only true path,
In your soul finding an epic drama,
My everlasting sweetheart.
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Write me a poem in the style of neruda
user
Upon the twilight's canvas, where sun and moon entwine,
There, I saw the echoes of your heart, in the echoes of mine.
In the style of Neruda, I shall weave these words,
A tapestry of love, like the songs of soaring birds.

Beneath the azure sky, in the arms of verdant trees,
Our souls danced together, on the shores of invisible seas.
The perfume of the earth, the whisper of the breeze,
Carried the secrets of our hearts, in a symphony of ease.

In the silence of the night, where stars spun tales of yore,
I found the essence of your being, on the shore of love's folklore.
The moon, our silent witness, in the inky, boundless night,
Casted its glow on our entwined souls, in a spectacle of light.

Your eyes, like the ocean's depth, where secrets softly dwell,
Held galaxies of love, and stories yet to tell.
Your voice, like the sweetest song, sung by the morning lark,
Awoke in me a love, that pierced the veil of dark.

In the sacrament of silence, in the communion of our breath,
We found the rhythm of infinity, the melody of life and death.
Our hearts, like two wild rivers, surrendered to the sea,
In the echoes of Neruda, found a love, boundless and free.

So here, in the style of Neruda, I've poured my heart's confession,
In the dance of love and longing, in the rhythm of question and obsession.
For in the echoes of the universe, in the heartbeat of creation's song,
In the style of Neruda, it's you where my heart belongs.
assistant