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.

-pablo neruda

yays! really like this poem! hehs very inspired by ruth darling =) whee!
so bored.
i don't like being home alone for the whole day
and i have no dinner because after making dinner
for the entire week
i have run out of ideas
bleahs
and am too lazy to cook
am hungryyyyyyyyyyyy
i need food!
grumbles grumbles ughs
anyway
everybody go MUGGG hehs CHEERS! ( do you get the pun? well pun was intended...hehs)