Sonnet 27: My Comfort
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topazor 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 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.
posted by moan @ 3:14 AM
2 Comments:
heeey!! you changed your template! I likes! it's so you! but maybe it needs a little pink heehee!
i love that sonnet too. i first heard it sa patch adams movie. *sniffle* so sweet
miss u!
This is a very beautiful sonnet .... I heard it before from my lover, it's making me all mush....sigh. Shmilamy.
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