tHe bOho cHicK v 1.0

 by Pablo Neruda

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

that 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.

I discovered Pablo Neruda during the summer classes of 2005 where I took up Humanities I under the very inspiring and engaging Ms. Charette Pagtalunan. She introduced me to Italian short stories, Pablo Neruda and other modern writers...uber-cool!!!

Pablo Neruda's poetry is so poignant and very relatable, especially for those who had "been there, done that" in the realm of love. and this poem really speaks to my heart about not being able to freely express love for someone and yet love so strong that in your mind you become one.

well, i've never been there but still you get the feel of it the intesnsity of emotions so simply put and yet so powerful...

source: http://www.public.asu.edu/~nielle/neruda.htm#idonot