the marriage of two minds I'm not sure I
To find impediments: love is not love
That changes when he finds a change,
that runs when the other away.
O no: it is a beacon fixed forever,
looking at the storm without being shaken;
Love is the star of every wandering ship
And its value is unknown, as the sextant measurement.
not laughingstock of the time, though rosy lips and cheeks
end up turning to bow to his scythe;
Love does not change in a few hours and weeks, But
holds the route until 'edge of Judgement:
If someone proves that anything is wrong,
So it's true and I never writ, nor no
man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
do not love you as if you were salt rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: love you as certain dark things they love.
secretly, within the shadow and the soul.
love you as the plant that never blooms but carries
inside her, hidden, the light of those flowers;
thanks to your love lives darkly in my body
the concentrated aroma who ascended from the earth.
love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride: I love you so
because I can not love otherwise
so that, in this way are not and are not,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close with my sleep.
Pablo Neruda
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