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 plants 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 straightfowardly, 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
Soleil
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