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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 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 form where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
Because I don't know any other way of loving
But this, in which there is no I nor You,
So intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
So intimate that when I fall asleep
It is your eyes that close