Love Sonnet XVII
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
-Pablo Neruda
Thank you Beloved for sixteen beautiful married years of intimacy and discovery.
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You are a blessing beyond all measure. I will love you always and in all ways.
swoon! happy anniversary you two!
Congratulations. Wishing you many more years of togetherness.
Beautiful
I find solace at dawn on my porch praying the psalms surrounded by a wooded area & smelling the wood chips that have been saturated by the rain like burnt incense.
woops, posted on the wrong post. Blessed Be God! and Blessed Be you Christine. Happy Anniversary.
Lovely anniversary to you!