I do not love you as if you were the saltrose,topaz or an arrow of carnations that propagate fire
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you like the plant that does not bloom but carries within itself hidden the light of those flowers.
I love without knowing how or when or from where
I love you directly without problems or pride
I love you like this because I dont know of any other way to love
except in this form in which I am not nor are you
so close that your that your hand upon my chest is mine
so close that your eyes close with my dreams
-Pablo Neruda