i do not love you as if you were a salt rose or topaz
or the air
or the carnations that 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 without knowing why
or how
or when
or from where..
i love you straightforwardly
without complexities or pride
i love you because i know no other way than this..
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand..
so close that when you close your eyes i fall asleep..
or the air
or the carnations that 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 without knowing why
or how
or when
or from where..
i love you straightforwardly
without complexities or pride
i love you because i know no other way than this..
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand..
so close that when you close your eyes i fall asleep..
somehow i see myself in there...
ReplyDeleteand i have to go and cry...