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Patch Adams’ Poem

Jam1000000amTue, 01 Jan 2008 03:29:30 +000008 1, 2008

 

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 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 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 nor you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

it is your eyes that close………

 

 


so intimate that when I fall asleep
 

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