To my Bride

This is a poem By Pablo Neruda
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
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

That 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.

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I thought that an appropriate opening for my first entry in my new Journal. It is dedicated to my new wife who understands me more than I thought anyone possibly could. She accepts me as I am, shows me patience and understanding, and performs functions as my conscience, foundation, inspiration, and lover.

My old online journal is here but with the future of yahoo 360 rather unstable, I decided to move things to a new platform. If anyone has any ideas on how to archive my 360, please let me know. I would hate for all that work and input to go to waste.

I have missed keeping an online journal. It gave an outlet for things that I have a difficult time expressing otherwise and allows me to get my thoughts and feelings out in front of me.