Sonnet XVII

Lyrics
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 bеcause I know no other way Than this: wherе 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Pablo Neruda