Sonnet

[freezoni]

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

Comments

[korynth]

:o? Elo?

[freezoni]

indeed so, ma'am <3

[korynth]

Ah, that's good! I dunno what happened between you two, but it seems like a good thing. :o