confession's of a vain and crazy person
Love Sonnet XVII
PabloNeruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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[for you..]
I know not how it is with you
I love the first and last,
THe whole field of the present view,
The whole flow of our past.
One tittle of the words that are,
Nor you should change nor I --
One pebble in our path -- one star
In all our heaven of sky.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
