Happy Valentines Day!

XVII
Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salf 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 shadows 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 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!