PoemLove Sonnet XVII By Pablo Neruda October 26, 2020 Share0 I do not love you as if you were a salt rose or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; So I love you because I know no other way then this: where I do not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ― By Pablo Neruda Subscribe to Motivational Wizard Get a weekly email magazine jam-packed with all the best posts from Motivational Wizard.