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 now other way
than this: where I does not exist, or you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda.
The Merry Go Round.
3 weeks ago
Love-love-love!
ReplyDeleteSo nice to find other Pablo fans out there too :)
<3 xxx
I love this too. A similar version was part of our vows, Kitty Cat, do you remember hearing it? It's just gaspingly perfect, I love it.
ReplyDelete& I love you :) xxx