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 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 know 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.
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.
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