If I hated you, My hate would give you in words, resounding and sure

If I hated you, My hate would give you in words, resounding and sure; But I love you and my love does not trust in this dark talk of men! You would like it to become a scream, and comes from so deep that it has undone its burning torrent, fainted, before the throat, before the chest. I am like a full pond and I seem to you like an inert fountain. All because of my troubled silence, which is more atrocious than entering death.!