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I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
I don’t love you like you are a salty rose, a precious gem, or a fiery flower: I love you like someone loves mysterious things, in secret, between shadows and the soul.
I love you like a plant that doesn’t bloom but holds the light of those flowers inside, and because of your love, a gentle scent from the earth lives softly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, when, or where, I love you simply without issues or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know another way to love, except in this way where I am not myself and you are not yourself, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.