This is one of elaines favorites :
Sonnet VII
I don't love you, as if you were the Salt-Rose, Topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propogate fire.
I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly,
between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom, but carries
hidden within itself, the light of those flowers.
And thanks to your love, darkly in my body, lives
the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without know how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply without problems or pride.
I love you in this way, because, I do not know any
other way of loving.
But this, in which there is no I or you.
So intimate, that your hand upon my chest is my hand.
So intimate, that when i fall asleep, it is your
eyes that close.
-Pablo Nuruda
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