I Do Not Love You by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were the 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 straight forwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way.
That this: where "I" doesnot 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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