Love Confession

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.

Here is my love confession for him. Once again, I am caught in this dream of having him beside me. If only he could stay a bit longer...one more day, one more hour, one more second.

I know no other way to love him but the way my Father has shown me love: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

It may sound a bit silly but this is my story. Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved her Father very much...Does she end up with the man who brings out the best in her? This passion that you have is all-consuming! Oh, sweet!