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 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 fragrance,
risen darkly 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 and I fall asleep.
2 comments:
Ahhh i guess all the ppl with names like Pabla and leonardo are all meant to make some awesome stuff!!!
And thanks for the preview before the actual post;)
To arvindiyer:
Honey! It is not Pabla, it's Pablo Neruda...
And people with names like Arvind are meant to make more awesome stuff...
You are most welcome for the preview immediately after publishing of the actual post... I wanted you to be the first one to read it but am glad you were atleast the first one to hear it if not read... :)
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