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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; 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.
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窗外 This entry was posted on 1/28/2007 10:58 PM and is filed under Poems. 熄了灯 闭上眼睛 在温暖的被窝里 遥想着窗外 窗外 月光如水 洒在雪后的池塘上 CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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