What is your favorite pablo neruda poem

I love Pablo Neruda. even though, I haven't read for long, he is one of my favorites. If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. Pablo Neruda

It has been so long since I've read anything by Pablo Neruda. I do remember really enjoying his poems though. They are very fluid and lyrical evoking so much emotion that they are almost musical without the music of course. They are so vivid that while reading you feel transported to that shore, or space in time that he is writing about. The most amazing thing about his imagery is that he accomplishes so much with so few words. But then that is the nature of poetry. The book of poems that I have is printed in both Spanish and English with the English appearing on the opposite page to the Spanish. This is very helpful because I do not read Spanish well. I don't really get the full meaning without checking the English version. When I do, I feel some of the meaning or the feeling has been lost in the English version. Spanish is such a beautiful language even when not in the hands of a master poet This is a reminder for me to revisit his wonderful poems. Thank you.