“I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”
“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
“Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye
that’s all we shaw know for truth
before we grow old and die
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh…”
“If you ask me what I want, I’ll tell you. I want everything.”
“Without feelings, inventions, moods, no surprises in bed. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.”
“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.”
~Pablo Neruda (Sonnet XVII)
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