SONNET XVII

I do not love you as if you were a 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 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...


-->Pablo Neruda<--

whahaha.. inlove ba ulet ako...? Hmmmm... Siguro inspired lng po... hehehe...