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<blockquote data-quote="Scorpio14" data-source="post: 1210028" data-attributes="member: 50689"><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">Sonnet XVII </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I love you as certain dark things are loved, </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">secretly, between the shadow and the soul. </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">hidden within itself the light of those flowers, </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">and thanks to your love, darkly in my body </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.</span></span></em></p><p> <em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I love you simply, without problems or pride: </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">but this, in which there is no I or you, </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, </span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close</span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p> <em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy"></span></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: Navy">~ Pablo Neruda ~</span></span></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scorpio14, post: 1210028, member: 50689"] [I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][COLOR="Navy"]Sonnet XVII I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close ~ Pablo Neruda ~[/COLOR][/FONT][/I] [/QUOTE]
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