In case you weren’t paying attention, Valentine’s Day is Friday. A polarizing day for sure. Because sometimes it’s hard to say (or show) how you really feel. “I love you” can sometimes be a tricky phrase. If meant, it can be the best, right? That’s what all poetry is wound tightly around: love. And really, all good music too.

You’ve got a few days left to find the perfect poem, or song. But just in case you needed a little help, see below:

Sonnet XVII

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


Posted by Coby Gerstner

February 11, 2014 — Coby Gerstner

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