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 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