Do not love you as if you were salt rose, topaz or arrow of carnations
that propagate fire: I love how they love
certain dark things, secretly
within the shadow and the soul.
love you as the plant that never blooms but carries
inside, hidden, the light of those flowers;
thanks to your love lives darkly in my body
the solid fragrance, risen from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, when or where,
love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride: I love you so
because I can not love otherwise
so that, in this way are not and are not,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda-
"For June who loved this garden from Joseph , who always sat next to "some people spend their lives together" - Notting Hill
Happy Valentine's Day \u0026lt;3
Ire
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