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This poem is from 100 Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda. This is the 17th sonnet from the first section (Manana). I do not love you as if you were salt rose, topaz or arrow of chaveles that propagate (I do not love you as if you were rose of salt, topaz or arrow of chaveles that propagate

fire: I love you as you love certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries inside, hidden, the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love the dark scent that ignites the earth lives on my body.
I love you without knowing how, when, or where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you because you do not love otherwise,
but in this way that I am not and you are not, so close that your hand on my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dream.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of the 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; I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I live you because I know in the other way

than this: where I do not exist, nor you , so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close your eyes close to I fall asleep.
by Pablo Neruda

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