Untitled

I do not love you as if you were a soft rose,
O topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you without knowing how, or from where,
I love you straight forwardly, with out complexities,
I love you because I know no other way than this,
So close, that your hand on my chest, is my hand
So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
In secret, to be the shadows in the soul

-Anonymous-

Off of "Patch Adams"