this is the story of sheldon & meredith.
“I do not love you as if you were 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 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 . . .
. . . than this: where I does 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.”
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.
Poetry from . . .
One Hundred Love Sonnets
XVII ( I do not love you)
By Pablo Neruda
