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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