From one of my most favorite movies….Patch Adams
|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
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,