Neruda's Sonnet XVII

[tel_08]

Sonnet XVII -- Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were the 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

Comments

[lunar_delirium]

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way...

~I love those lines. ♥

[ancientmagic]

ooooohhh grabe memories nga...

[tel_08]

marga! miss you na!!!

[krazy_kaola]

Wah! Sir Toledo! Pfffft.

But yeah, this really brings back memories. :)