Talking
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I Do Not Love You

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 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 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.

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This is so beautiful.

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Peggy is an independent blogger from Singapore who has a penchant for impromptu travel plans and good caffe lattes. She is the co-owner of two little cafes, The Tiramisu Hero and Butter My Buns, and hopes to be able to see the world someday; one stop at a time.

2 Comments

  1. This is written very beautifully. Reminded me about the love between my husband and I. Almost feels like it was customized for us. πŸ˜€ I’m glad to have found your page.

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    • SIXPEGS says

      This poem is beautiful indeed. πŸ™‚ I wish you and your husband all the love in the world.

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