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Sonnet XVII


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.
In which there is no I or you. So intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand. So intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close.”  

- Pablo Neruda

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