I first came across this sonnet by Pablo Neruda in Patch Adams when it was read by Robin Williams’ character and I fell in love with its simplicity, especially the third stanza.
Every so often over the past two years, The Brit has left those three lines on a note and hid it somewhere for me to find – my backpack, in my lunch or under my pillow. It not only reminds me how sappy thoughtful he is, but how truly applicable those particular words are to our relationship. I feel like the luckiest – and maybe cheesiest – girl in the world when I say I’m living a real life fairy tale.
Anyway, I stumbled across the sonnet again today and am feeling a bit nostalgic so I’m sharing it below, for the hopeless romantic in all of us. Happy reading!
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.