"I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul."
-Someone I don't really know
The things that people come up with when writing about such a worn and weathered topic like love. But... I never quite thought of it that way... Interesting...Labels: -bleep- |
pablo neruda?