Words will fail me if I try to describe the next piece I am about to post....so I will not try, if I could I would keep myself without words for the rest of the days, I would keep myself away from the light, for the light might show me something new, and more beautiful and I might forget this one, if I could I would not wake up, because I will be dreaming about it all my nights, and if I could I would want all my days to be nights like this......I have already spoken too much, no more.
"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 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."
Pablo Neruda
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