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[low_hertz]

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz

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[uncommoncold]

That's my favourite poem of, like, ever. Has been for years.

I'm happy that you like it too!

[soundingsky]

i am happy that you are posting a love poem.

[anonymous]

"When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, aslpee.
I want your ears to still hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.

I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:

so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song."

Neruda knows what is what.
I have the book of his translated love sonnet - I got it out to copy out the above text, which is my favorite, and the book fell open to the page that has the poem you quoted. It was another one I had bookmarked.

[apple_stars]

oops, i didn't realize i wasn't signed in when i left the previous comment. silly cirdt.

[low_hertz]

that sonnet made me cry the first time i ever read it.