Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I Do Not Love You by Pablo Neruda


One day, somebody will read to me this poem, promise. =)
I do not love you as if you were 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 you love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without know 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 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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