Sonnet XVII
Pablo Neruda
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
in secret, between the shadow an九-九-藏-書d the soul.
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
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so I love you because I know no other way
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
than this: wheread.99csw.comre I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
thanks to your love a certain solid fragranread•99csw•comce,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
Sonnet XVII
I lo九-九-藏-書ve you as the plant that never blooms
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.