Eeeeep, two weeks until Morgan and I fly back to New Zealand. I've missed it (and, well, Alan too), and I think sleep-wise I've been on New Zealand time all along. I can't seem to get to bed before 2 am
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Yep, 116 is one we thought of, too. It seemed too obvious at first but then we noticed, "hey, our wedding is on January 16th. Sonnet 116..." Maybe it's a sign from God. ;)
So apparently I haven't shared my fav Pablo Neruda poem for Valentine's day since I got an LJ:
"Love Sonnet #17"
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 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 straightforwardly, 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.
And my 2nd favorite Neruda poem:"Love Sonnet #81
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Yep, 116 is one we thought of, too. It seemed too obvious at first but then we noticed, "hey, our wedding is on January 16th. Sonnet 116..." Maybe it's a sign from God. ;)
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But hey, I aim to serve. I will totally get you more poems once I get through this next week of awful finals, etc. I've got TONS of sources. ;)
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"Love Sonnet #17"
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 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 straightforwardly, 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.
And my 2nd favorite Neruda poem:"Love Sonnet #81 ( ... )
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