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.
This is written very beautifully. Reminded me about the love between my husband and I. Almost feels like it was customized for us. 😀 I’m glad to have found your page.
This poem is beautiful indeed. 🙂 I wish you and your husband all the love in the world.