Now, its madly raining outside. And Im at work. listining the sound of rain and thinking of you by smelling that flowers which you see.
You are sleeping as a baby at home who is in far from the all evils of the world.
And I came across this poem when I was reading. You know only poems can approach a little towards you the what I feel
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
Neruda
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