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Sonnet Xvii
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973 / Parral)

Sonnet Xvii

Poem By Pablo Neruda

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

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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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...... true feelings
imagine this, where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. then I awaking to a dream of being alone in my bed again, think about it....
imagine this, where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. then I awaking to the dream being alone in my bed again, think about it.....
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. great poem great write great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


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