💖Love
Sonnet
I
don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt,
topaz,
or
arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I
love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly,
between
the shadow and the soul.
I
love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the
light of those flowers,
hidden,
within
itself,
and
thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from
the earth lives dimly in my body.
I
love you without knowing how,
or
when,
or
from where,
I
love you directly without problems or pride:
I
love you like this because I don’t know any other way to
love,
except
in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so
close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so
close that your eyes close with my dreams.❤✨💕💖
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