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Quiet Storm Quote Of The Night ~

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I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz
or an arrow of carnations spreading fire;
I love you the way certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you like the plant that never blooms,
but conceals within itself the light of those flowers;
and, thanks to your love, the darkness of my body
houses the suffocating aroma that arose from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, when, or where from;
I love you straightforwardly, with neither problems nor pride;
I love you thus, not knowing how to love you otherwise
than this way whereby neither you nor I exist…
so close that your hand on my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes grow heavy when I tire.


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