I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness