: I don’t love you as if you were salt-rose,
: topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire,
: I love you as a certain dark things are loved, secretly,
: between the shadows and the soul,
: I love you like a plant that doesn’t bloom, which carries within itself the lights of the flowers,
: and thanks to you love, darkly in my body,
: lives the fragrance that rises from the earth,
: I love you without knowing why,
: or when, or from where,
: I love you simply, without problems or pride,
: I love you this way because I know of no other way of loving,
: but this in which there is no you or I,
: so intimate that your hand on my chest is my hand,
: so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
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