I don’t love you as if
you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations
that propagate fire:
I love you as certain
dark things are loved,
Secretly, between the
shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant
that doesn’t bloom and carries
Hidden within itself the
light of those flowers,
And thanks to your love,
darkly in my body
Lives the dense
fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing
how, or when, or from where
I love you simply, without
problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because i don’t know any other way
of loving.
But this, in which there
is no i or you,
So intimate that your
hand upon my chest is my hand,
So intimate that when i
fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
Sonnet XVII – Pablo Neruda
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Neruda.
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