QUOTE : Sonnet XVII<br /><br />I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,<br />or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.<br />I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,<br />in secret, between the shadow and the soul.<br /><br />I love you as the plant that never blooms<br />but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;<br />thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,<br />risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.<br /><br />I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.<br />I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;<br />so I love you because I know no other way than this:<br /><br />where I does not exist, nor you,<br />so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,<br />so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.