THIS PABLO NERUDA POEM has a way of capturing how I feel, I can only hope to one day be this eloquent... 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. It has always reminded me of why I love the underground, tonight we vibe, all together on the dance floor.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 01:54:05 +0000