This has to be the most beautiful love poem ever! What do you think?
By Pablo Neruda – Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were 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 solid fragrance,
Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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
That this: where I does not exist, nor you,
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.
Happy Valentine’s Day friends.