Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17<br /> <br /> I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, <br /> or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. <br /> I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, <br /> in secret, between the shadow and the soul. <br /> I love you as the plant that never blooms <br /> but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <br /> thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, <br /> risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. <br /> <br /> I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. <br /> I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; <br /> so I love you because I know no other way <br /> <br /> in which there is no I or you <br /> so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand <br /> so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close <br /> <br /> <br /> Pablo Neruda