SONNET XVII

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 a 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 yu because i know no other way than this:

Where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand in my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.

i love this poem..

it's for you Biboy..

kahit di totoo..