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  1. 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 to be loved,
    in secret, 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.

    ~Pablo Neruda ... Sonnet 17~


    Happy 8th Wedding anniversary, my love.

    You're still the only one that feels like home.

    Posted by Jen at Monday, June 07, 2010 | Labels: , , , | | |

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    Thanks for chiming in :)

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