One of my favorites...
Cien Sonetos de Amor - XVII
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as one loves the salt-rose, or topaz,
or carnations, those darts of crimson struck from the fire.
I love you as certain things are loved: darkly
and in secret, between dusk and the soul.
I love you - like a plant that does not bloom
but bears within itself, concealed, the light of flowers.
Because of your love, a fierce essence,
arisen from the earth, is alive within my flesh.
I love you - without knowing how, when, where;
I love you simply, without question, without pride.
I love you thus because I know no other way of loving
except this, where there is neither You nor I--
so intimate that your hand laid upon my chest is my own,
so intimate that when I dream it is your eyes that close.
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Remember anyone can love you when the sun is shining...In the storm is where you learn who truly cares for you
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