I Do Not Love You.

Sonnet XVII
"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 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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