Sonnet XVI
-Pablo Naruda

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.

Happy Birthday habibti~