Pablo Neruda wrote lovely phrases, for sure.
He loves nature, which is universally lovable. ...apparently he loves nature so much he wants to fuck it. He wants nature to be a woman, make love to him & keep him company. When I was 20, I was also lonely and horny. I get it. Sadly he can't stop literally objectifying women like every other line, which pisses me off. I think he's a product of his time, his age, traditional sexism, and the extra sexism of a native language heavy with grammatical gender. I'll have to read his later works some day, to see if his growing up meant increasing respect for women, or just a decreased libido.
(To be fair, he also imagines himself as forces of nature. Sometimes his language reminds me of HP Lovecraft describing his "horrors")
"Tonight I Can Write" is pretty great. I think it's the one with the most humanized lover. And it's a breakup poem. "The Song of Despair" is so overwrought that it's hilarious.