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Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda 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
I don't love you like a fancy rose or a shiny gem, or like the fiery arrow of bright flowers. I love you like dark things that are loved quietly, in secret, between shadows and the soul.
I love you like a plant that never blooms but holds the promise of hidden flowers inside; thanks to your love, a strong scent, rising from the earth, lives quietly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, when, or where. I love you simply, without complications or pride; I love you because I don't know any other way
than this: where I don't exist, nor do you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close when I fall asleep.