Ganda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and

carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love,

darkly in my bodylives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

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 or you,

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

so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

What will she look like?

saw her laugh

that almost makes

her eyes disappear

saw her smile

that shows her dimple

perfectly engrave for her

but

what will she look like

when shes angry

does this makes her red

like freshly pick apples?

what will she look like

when she cries

does this makes her

eyes sparkle like stars?

what will she look like

when she failed

will she be soft?

will she be strong?

what will she feel

when she open her heart

and sees a missing part

with or without me

what will she feel

when she opens her eyes

and sees what i see?

will it suprise her?