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I read this poem in English today, adn I really liked it:
I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things should 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 certain solid fragrance,
risen fromt he earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightfowardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way,
than this: where I does not exisit, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
written by: Pablo Neruda