The nature of love, Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda
Thank you to my colleague Joe Kort for this beautiful poem that reflects the complexity and depth of mature love.
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or tapaz,
or the arrow of carnations the first shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.Â I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.Â I love you without knowing how,
Â or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way.Â but this,
where I do 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.