SONATA XVII
Pablo Neruda
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 dont 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.
I especially love the last stanza. :) I hope you enjoyed, no I hope you got inspired after reading this! :D Hmm..... there's actually a strong typhoon right now on the northern part of the country. I heard it really is stronger than the other strong typhoons that hit the country. I'm pretty nervous right now since my family's in that region. Hopefully it'll exit the country without any mass casualty.
See? My thoughts are all mixed up already. I seriously need to get some sleep. hehe. Ciao!
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