Sunday, October 3, 2010

another things dat i love a lot from Mr. Neruda

Sonnet XXVI

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.




Pablo Neruda


*. i love you without knowing when, why, or how..

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