Today I would like to share one of my favourite poems with you. It is Sonnet XVII written by Pablo Neruda. I first got to know it through the movie ´Patch Adams´and have loved it ever since. Although I find that there are no words that fully grasp love as I can experience it, this poem comes close. I hope you enjoy it as well.
” 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