me

What is normal anyway;
If you aren't troubling the rest of the world,
Then there's no harm in being abnormal



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 a 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 fragrances,
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 exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


------------------->I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
Winston Churchill<-----------------------------------------------------------