Drezzt
09-29-2005, 01:48 AM
___WARNING_____
Touchy feely stuff follows!
I read this once as an excerpt in a book by Dean Koontz and it's stuck with me. I forgot about it until recently when something made me have that kind of "I love you" feeling that's so primal, unbridled and all encompassing that this memory came flooding back.
Since I've been kinda joining in as a semi-productive member lately, I thought some of you might enjoy this as much as I did.
I find it very, very moving.
I do not love you as the salt-rose or topaz
or an arrow of carnations that shoot off flame.
I love you as one loves certain dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
and carries within itself the light of hidden flowers,
and thanks to your love, a certain fragrance
lives darkly in my body, arisen from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly without troubles or pride.
I love you thus because I know no other way to love
than this: where I does not exist, nor you
so close that your hand on my chest is my own
so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960)
And save the flames. It's cool and you know it. :cool:
Touchy feely stuff follows!
I read this once as an excerpt in a book by Dean Koontz and it's stuck with me. I forgot about it until recently when something made me have that kind of "I love you" feeling that's so primal, unbridled and all encompassing that this memory came flooding back.
Since I've been kinda joining in as a semi-productive member lately, I thought some of you might enjoy this as much as I did.
I find it very, very moving.
I do not love you as the salt-rose or topaz
or an arrow of carnations that shoot off flame.
I love you as one loves certain dark things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
and carries within itself the light of hidden flowers,
and thanks to your love, a certain fragrance
lives darkly in my body, arisen from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly without troubles or pride.
I love you thus because I know no other way to love
than this: where I does not exist, nor you
so close that your hand on my chest is my own
so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
-Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960)
And save the flames. It's cool and you know it. :cool: