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 upon my chest is mine,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close as i dream
- мγ ιοvҽ not anymore
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 upon my chest is mine,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close as i dream
- мγ ιοvҽ not anymore
Keep Going Horny.. i wish ur Dixk reach places.. 