I am not the passenger or the beggar, I am your master, the one you were waiting for

Love, a question
has destroyed you.
     I have come back to you
     from thorny uncertainty.
I want you straight as
the sword or the road.
     But you insist
     on keeping a nook
     of shadow that I do not want.
My love,
understand me,
I love all of you,
from eyes to feet, to toenails,
inside,
all the brightness, which you kept.
     It is I, my love,
     who knocks at your door.
     It is not the ghost, it is not
     the one who once stopped
     at your window.
     I knock down the door:
     I enter your life:
     I come to live in your soul:
     you cannot cope with me.
You must open door to door,
you must obey me,
you must open your eyes
so that I may search in them,
you must see how I walk
     with heavy steps
     along all the roads
     that, blind, were waiting for me.
Do not fear,
I am yours,
but
I am not the passenger or the beggar,
I am your master,
the one you were waiting for,
and now I enter
your life,
no more to leave it,
love, love, love,
but to stay.

[Pablo Neruda {1904-1973} 'The Question' from Captain's Verses]