The sun shines so bright

My eyes are blinded by the light

The wind blows softly on my face

When I look at you,

I am showered with grace

I don’t love you as you were a topez

or carnations that propogate fine

I love you as certain dark things are loved

Secretly between the shadows and the soul

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom

And comes inside the light of these flowers

I love you without knowing how or when or where from

I love you simply, without problems or pride

I love you in this way because I don’t know any

Other way of loving

But this in which there is no I or you,

So intimate that the hand upon my chest

Is my hand, so intimate that when I fall

Asleep it is your eyes that close.