~Love is in the Air~
Love Sonnet XVII
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose,
topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and
carries hidden within itself the light of those
flowers,and thanks to your love, darkly in my
body lives the dense fragrance that rises from
the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from
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 or 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.
by Pablo Neruda
