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This is my favourite poem of all time, it's always spoken to me in a way that nothing else has been able to.





I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.



I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body.



I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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XbluesandX
16:42 Feb 21 2017

Utterly beautiful...and yet sad. Sad because of the promise of what could have been.

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GRTR1
00:17 Dec 25 2019

nice

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